AN: Originally posted on Facebook, but might as well post it here just because.
Message to all of my friends: Don’t cry at my funeral.
I’ve always hated crying. Maybe due to the fact that I feel helpless when someone does it in front of me, not knowing what to do to help stop it. It’s just something I’d rather do without. However, having an emotional mom, I’ve been surrounded by it for almost my whole life.
But at MY funeral, I want not a tear to shed. The time of mourning should be past by that point. Instead, I want people to laugh. I want people to smile, grin, guffaw, and every other synonym in the book when it comes to joyous feelings. Bring in clowns, play some upbeat music (Play the Highway to Hell album, for a personal recommendation), be happy. Make it a celebration instead of a mourning.
Why? Because I want people to not bemoan the fact I am no longer on Earth. I’d rather them reminisce over the great times and memories I have shared with them. Be it my stupid, if witty, facebook posts, or my incredibly oversaturated generosity, or the times I made a joke out of myself in public (specifically at wrestling shows). I’m an existentialist atheist. I believe that I have no purpose on this Earth until I decide on a purpose. And my purpose is to make as many people feel better about themselves or about the awful world we live in, if only for a little bit.
I am not posting this because I have had thoughts of my own death, don’t worry. I want to share this as general reminder that should I pass on, tomorrow or 100 years from now, when it comes to my funeral, I want people to help me fulfill my purpose one last time and bring a smile to you all, remembering the great memories.
Or if you hate me, you can smile I’m gone. Either way, I brought joy so my work will be done.