Having just returned from attending my aunt’s funeral, my mind is morbidly fixed on death.
I can’t help cursing the public health care system that failed her like it does to countless others. Mercifully she succumbed to cancer within days of being released from hospital. That might sound callous, but I would like to think that death is preferrable to an indeterminate period of suffering and mental anguish for helpless family members.
After enduring hours of sermonizing at the funeral, I’ve got to thinking about my own eventual disposal as it were. I’ll have none of this piousness, hollow platitudes and pity from vultures in dog collars.
It’s time to write down some guidelines for well-meaning family and friends on how to send me off permanently. The details still have to be worked out, but it will involve lots of music, alcohol and laughter.
Until I’ve got it all figured out…