Saturday, June 27, 2015

Fiesta Muerto

Needing a tonsillectomy procedure has got me thinking about my mortality.  Granted that statistically there is only about a 1 in 1,000 chance I would die, someone has to be that 1 and everyone has to die of something.  

If I were to die I would want everyone to throw me a giant party.  Celebrate life and not morn and mope around about death.  I would want people to go out and enjoy nature if they want to remember me.  If you want me memorialized, don't do it with a headstone.  Go out and plant a tree.  

Take my ashes and do whatever you want with them.  They are not me any more, they are bits of carbon that I borrowed that came from stars.  

Don't give a stuffy eulogy, where you feel forced to say nice things and are afraid to speak ill of the dead.  Say how you really feel.  If you are glad I'm gone, feel free to say that.  Feel free to say, wow she was one crazy bitch!!  Then go set off some fireworks and watch them blaze bright in the sky and then fade away.  Drink some margaritas and watch shooting stars, carry on the torch of life and don't look back.