I think that death most certainly has a lighter side. Not particularly believing in heaven myself, but acknowledging that people do, you can only wonder, “Why are people so sad at funerals?”
That’s silly. If ultimately, someone is going to enjoy the afterlife or reincarnation, or nirvana, wouldn’t their passing be a joyous occasion. Fuck yeah. That’s why I want a party.
I want to set aside enough money that I can send all of my friends to the bar for the night, so that they can just get all sorts of shitty. I want them to roast me. I want them to tell my most embarrassing moments. I won’t “be there,” so what’s the harm in poking fun. If anything, it will help them in their grieving process. I don’t want to be grieved. I want to be missed, if only for my absurdity.
I want my ashes to be placed in a papier-mâché form of sorts, hopefully a beast of legend. And I want that set on fire. I, then, want that launched from a fucking trebuchet into the ocean. I want there to be a gigantic explosion, because, there will be dynamite in the papier-mâché beast of legend.
That will be it. I will have a lawyer scribe that into my will. I just had that thought and thought that I would share.
All for now. Skål.
Ezra
