How do you picture your funeral?

Even though I'm in my early 30's I have it planned and in my lock box with my will. My children and my family all know what I want. I think it's important as none of us know how much time we have. When people are grieving it's hard to make those decisions.

I want a simple casket, nothing too fancy after all I'm no longer there. I have often said I wouldn't mind being burried in my favorite pajama's with my bunny slippers! But I think my husband would probably bury me in one of his favorite dresses. I want a blanket at my feet (I know this is silly) I want to be buried with my raggedy ann from childhood, she was given to me by my Uncle on the day I was born and I want her with me. I want white roses, stock and lillies in pale colors. I only want one flower arrangement I would rather people give to the hospice that took care of my mother.

I want it to be a time of celibration of my life not something sad. I want an open casket prior to the service, then closed during the service. I would like my sons to say something, then give a chance for family or friends who feel at the moment they have something to contribute to can come up and speak. Then I want them to go have a party!

I will then be sent by plane back East to New Hampsire to be burried with more than 4 generations of family members. There are additional plots the family purchased so that my children or their children can be buried there as well. I only want my husband, brother or sons to go with me back East for the burial they want to. A few words from the pastor at the little white church next to the cemetary.

If my husband passes first he is going to be cremated and when I die he wants to be placed in the casket with me. If I go first then he will make arrangements for his remains to be buried with me.

I think planning is the responsible thing to do, doesn't mean your preoccupied with death. For all of us this world is only temporary and truly enjoying each day and counting your blessings is easier to achieve if we all keep this in mind.

My open casket is in an open carriage drawn by six white horses.

The streets are lined with people who I don't know from a bar of soap, but have been touched deeply by my passing . As the procession passes a day care centre, a little girl comes up and places a single white lily into the coffin. Everybody approves. As we approach the cathedral, the London Symphony Orchestra and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir launch into "I shall be released" followed by "We can be heroes".

Once the invited guests are seated, Kramer comes out and does the Aristocrats joke. Everyone is shocked. Some guy starts heckling, so he calls everyone a ******. He gets booed offstage and then Throbbing Gristle comes out and does a short set. By this time everyone is feeling better, so the Reverend Ted Haggart comes out and says the eulogy. A journalist stand up and asks the disgraced minister a couple of uncomfortable questions which really have no place at such a solemn occasion.

Then the tap dancers come out and get everbody worked up. They are raising such a ruckus that all the rats emerge from the crypt. They start biting everybody on the face. What a disaster! The Mormons have left the stage and Haggart is hiding under one of the pews, probably doing something unspeakable to a male prostitute. The London Symphony Orchestra, being the consummate professionals that they are, just keep on playing. Then a huge bolt of lightning strikes the cathedral, and everyone perishes. An end to a perfect day!

Several days after passing. It will take a few days for everyone to come in for the memorial. They can have a big party, with lots of food and music that holds special meaning to me.

It is important for me for people to celebrate and treasure the great times we had together. So far, it has been a real roller-coaster of a life, and a great ride.

I don't want a eulogy as such. I want a number of friends to get up and tell some great stories, and laugh much when remembering me. I do want a regular minister to say some words to comfort some who may be mourning before the story-telling begins.

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I have thought about this - Nothing fancy,maybe just a short n sweet service with the Funeral Director saying a few (hopefully funny) words (he's a family friend)

Then I want everyone to have a party and appreciate each other's friendships - laugh and have fun!! No mourning allowed!!

it really is taking issues way too far. I have numerous images of deceased family contributors that were provided as component to the funeral plan decrease back contained in the day at the same time as that variety of ingredient became customary. those people were lifeless earlier i became born and it nonetheless creeps me out when I run for the era of those images, so i ought to absolutely be disturbed with the help of a image of the body of a three year previous that became presently deceased. someone desires to assert something to the guy that printed the image. We each and every have a good to grieve in our own way, to an quantity, yet it really is in simple terms morbid and intensely offensive for my section.

If I was to depart as of today anytime.

My mom would be devastated and crying in bouts.

Dad would be just Silent.

My wife will be Falling unconcious and fainting, Maybe convulsions even.

My brothers and sisters would probably cry for an hour or so.

My Son a sex year old would not know how to express himself but would cry and play intermittantly for the next 10 hrs before my burial, each time my Dad would cross my son he would ruffle my sons hair and a silent tear would drop down from my cheeks,

My wife would sob for hours and she would hug my son and wail for hours.

My friend (all of them nearly) would just walk in and out, take a peek at me, gather outside the house and talk to each other of what a lively charecter I was.

They would be relentlessly calling all other friends of thiers to tell them I have passed away,

my relatives would walk in rank and file, ask for the cause of sudden death and there would be conversations of Calories and Cholestrol etc etc.

My work force and collugues would be there too

Every body will be offering to help my dad and brothers from serving my guests to arranging for the burial ground.

My Mom would sit by my head silently reciting and Invikong Gods name and asking for forgiveness from God and also reapting that she has forgiven me.

After my inherent Burial each one to his own abode.

My wife would be devastated, Dad would be shattered, Son would have a lot to understand and learn. Livelihood for my wife owuld be a definite problem starting from the house rent itself. and my sons schooling will perhaps be affered to be taken care of by my brothers and sisters.

I dont want people mourning...

Life continues and I will continue to live thru my son.

God bless you....

With a camera? But then again I don't plan on taking any pictures of my funeral. LOL

I'll be a thing of the past.

They'll probably forget to come to my funeral. :o)

Doesn't matter much as I won't be listening.

But hey, a long winded preacher would be the ultimate revenge.

Be careful what you wish for...

I don't want people to mourn at my funeral. I want them to laugh. No sad music either..only upbeat stuff. And maybe a midget dressed like a leprechaun dancing around with a box of lucky charms

With Pride And The American Flag On My Coffin.God Bless America!

Knowing my luck, the pallbearers will drop my casket. It's not really important for people to mourn my death. I wouldn't even know if they were mourning or not; I'm dead!