Quidnunc (kneeshooter) wrote,
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After Death

A couple of years ago I was at a family funeral, and I was struck not by the concept of death, but the idea of remembrance. During the service the dead man's gave a very emotional eulogy about his father, about his life, and how he was remembered and being carried on in his children and grandchildren.

Now, apart from this being a rare moment of me wanting kids, I was reminded of this in a very flippant conversation over the weekend about death and burial.

I'm not sure how I want to be "dealt with" when I die - but I'd like to think people would sit around afterwards, get drunk and bitch about me. Better than being forgotten straight away anyway!

What about you? Do you care? Do you want to be forgotten? Is there anyway I can turn this into a tickybox poll?
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