My husband and I attended a receiving of friends tonight for the grandfather of a very dear friend to us. My husband's aunt was gracious enough to watch the kids for us while we went. When we returned home, we were discussing how out of place I feel and fear of saying the wrong thing or not knowing what to say. The comment was made about some people commenting on how good the deceased person looks (I'm sure out of kindness or because they don't know what to say). So I got to thinking that when I die, I want someone to really do a bad job on my makeup. I want tacky eyeshadow on and my lipstick to be crooked and reddest blush they can find. I want people to be able to walk past my casket and laugh out loud and be happy because I will be happy!
On another topic relating to funerals: Dear Abby recently responded to a person's concerns about dead people not being buried in their underwear and socks. I thought about how embarrassing this would be for me (if I could see it)- I have large breasts and if they don't put a bra on me (and I'm laying in the casket on my back), I know my boobs are going to fall to the sides. I really want them to look better for all those that have to come by and look. What is even sadder is that I think about these things!
2 comments:
how hysterical!! what a great goof with the makeup bit!! and the bra thing is not something i would think about but can see your point. i think it's important to write these things down so that they get done:)
you need a special clause in your will about how to prepare you:) you are so funny!
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