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Okay all who know me also know how incredibly morbid I can be. Here's another one from the little freak crouching in the corner dressed in black.

Do you imagine your funeral? Who will be there? What music? Do you ever plan it out in your mind? If so let me know how you would have it.

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I believe that everyone at some point in time has thought about their funeral in one way or another. I for one have accepted that death is a very natural part of life and is the next obvious step.

I for one have always forseen my death as being a happy ocassion. Now i'm not some sick wierd twisted bastard who thinks that everyone will be better off cause i'm gonna be 6" under. Rather I want everyone to remember me for living my life my way - achieving what I wanted to achieve and never holding back in anything.

I can see my nearest and dearest sad and a very small funeral consisting of only family and close friends. In fact I have actually even thought out what I want to buried with. I want to be buried in the cross that I always wear a pic of my family and my brothers and sisters and I want my casket to be draped with the Croatian flag. I havent gone to the depth of thinking about what type of music will be played...

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Music at my funeral eh? It would have to be Pink Floyds " Comfortably Numb ". After that they can cremate me and throw the ashes into the sea off of Cape Clear.
( Hopefully not for another 50 - 60 years, mind ).

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I've thought about it. For some reason, I don't think I'll outlive my parents and will die an early death involving some form of accident of sorts.

So it would be friends and family doing the whole why now thing. Music (banda) booze and a whole lot of crazy stories of shit I got into.

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I don't really want a funeral. My family doesn't like them and we just prefer to remember family as they were, and celebrate their life in our own way. I figure we all meet up again in Heaven some day. When I go, first two people I want to meet are my older brother, who died when he was 2 days old, and my unborn child, lost in a miscarriage in 1986.

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funeral for a friend, elton john

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I want mine to be the event of the season...no somber colors unless you can't wear happy ones...(I look like hell in anything other than earth tones)

you know how people have videos at weddings...the docu-remembrance type thing? I want one of those made with all the shit I have ever done to make people laugh...then I want it given to my mom, kids, darby, etc. so they can remember me as a funny person. I want them to remember that I loved musicals so I want excerpts of my fav's playing. Don't bury me with roses and carnations...bury me with a bouquet of tootsie roll pops and hershey kisses. Make sure my hair is auburn and not a touch of hairspray...didn't wear it in life...won't do it in death. Put me in the ground with jeans and some sort of funny tee shirt...the kind you get off of the internet...put me in the ground the way I lived...comfy, funny, and smelling of vanilla...I mean shit, God made me this way, why should I be any different than that when I meet him?

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wow thats just awesome. what a fitting song.


As for me, burn me, throw my remains in a friggin cardboard box, dump me off in the bush somewhere. But don't cry for me, I finally escaped to a much better place

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have not put much thought into it but I always thought it would be fall when the leaves are changing. i also see it as a small funeral with only a few of the people who were close to me

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oy, i've never really thought of my funeral. couldn't imagine it

i don't even know what i'll be doing next week, let alone (hopefully) 80 years down the road

i hope i'll have a small funeral with those that care about me, tho i don't see there being that many people there. i tend to lose touch with people more easily than i wish to at times... sometimes it seems like more trouble than it is worth until they are there when you really need them...

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Don't care, nor do I think about it. Death or the "afterlife" isn't something I waste my mental energy on.

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Yea so I actually had to sit down and think about this a few months ago when I was next to death with my liver stuff.

I didn't want it to be in a church, not that I am not religous I just want to be outside. I would want Dave Matthews playing from a little boom box sittin next to me with nothin but sad bastard songs until everyone arrived. Then open the funeral to Gravedigger. Have my friends talk about me good and bad. This is where I would usually break down in the talks cause I would picture meghan sitting in the front row in black crying and stoic at the same time. MY dogs would be laying at my coffin and there would be an open bar. Then I would want everyone to leave except Meg and our circle of friends that we grew up with... Then everyone sitts over my grave and smokes a personal joint. I actually put this is writing when the docs still didn't know what was wrong with me, and told me I should have plans in place.

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live fast, die young, leave a bloated corpse in the wake. throw my body in a ditch for all i care, its not like itd be much use to me after i die. as for a rememberance of some sort... either get a keg and get drunk and tell stories or just get so loaded it will be like my 19th all over again. ahh the good ol' days.

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heh.
My friends and I were talking about this. Really, I'd prefer people to.. cliche attack!... celebrate my life rather than mourn my death. We decided whichever one of us was still living would get up to make a speech about the dearly departed, and just take a shot and start a party right there.
its not like Im gonna care, I'll be dead, I hope they're still having a good time at least

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I Agree About Celebrating And Partying The Celebration Of Life. Even If It Is My Friends Celebrating Me Once I Am Gone.