My brother and I had a rather candid discussion the other day about our funerals and how we want to be handled once we die. I have blogged about this subject before, but never really had an outright conversation with anyone in my family about it. It was incredibly freeing to talk so openly about death and laugh over all the crazy stuff we see happening once we're gone.
I hope one day soon we will be able to have such a conversation with my parents. As they are aging, their inevitable passing is something we're becoming more acutely aware of. And with their beliefs being different than ours, I want us to be clear on what they want to happen at their funerals so there are no surprises.
I have yet to write a will. Basically because I don't have anything I consider willable. Except for my writing. And I told my brother how I want that handled. Other than that, the rest of my possessions are negligible and can go to whomever needs or wants them. The important part was really to be clear about how my funeral is handled and to ensure that the Jehovah's Witnesses don't turn it into a proselytizing event. I may be quite healed of the whole JW experience but there are still some things that I feel pretty strongly about. As I said to my brother, "Keep them the fuck away from my funeral service."
We laughed about it. I'm glad we can laugh about it. As I see it, if you can't laugh about your own mortality, you aren't really living.