funeral-card2A Killer Funeral

There was much confusion over the cause of death.

One person could have done with more imagination as they went for the rather ordinary ‘being hit by a bus’ scenario.

One daughter thought it was failure to release the parachute during a tandem nude sky dive.

Another daughter declared it was the tragic result of stockpiling too much stuff.

Everyone had their own take on how it had happened.

We were at a funeral and we were laughing, laughing, laughing.

 

It was truly, a killer funeral.

 

It was my husband’s funeral. It was my funeral. It was our funeral.

 

 

We Were Very Much Alive

And while the laughter was enough to kill…  we were very much alive.

Just over three years earlier our lives had fallen apart in a humiliating, heartbreaking and financially ruinous way. I stumbled over grief, almost falling and then falling hard. It had been such a slow getting up for me,  a return to vertical that I often wondered if I’d ever manage.

 

In time I found some simple tools that helped me walk out of rage, blame, grief and depression. I was smiling again, happier than I’d ever been, yet there were still raw places.

These raw places bled profusely when, two years later, a far worse sledgehammer hit. A blow that shattered much of what I held dear.

A blow that broke, forever I suspect, something in me.

Even though the pain was worse, and there was more blood, extra lacerations, I didn’t fall very far this time, I was stronger.

This time I knew a little more about how to handle pain. I knew how to find joy, be happy, and how to let go. I had tried and tested tools that I used again and again. They did their magic…. however that doesn’t change the fact that ..

 

Pain Is Pain, Grief is Grief – They’re hard, they’re tough and they’re relentless.

Pain and grief are exhausting and they mess with your head. While they didn’t overtake me, they were still very present.

Our beautiful, wise, eldest son saw our exhaustion, he’d watched us work to stay on top and he decided to throw us a touching, tender, funny, funeral.

 

A Funeral To Cheer Us Up

He lied to us, of course, telling us we were attending an afternoon tea, a simple affair, an ordinary gathering of family and friends. The real purpose of the gathering became clear when we were ushered into the room between rows of our nearest and dearest singing a dirge. We found funeral cards on our seats.

 

Funeral cards with our names and a photograph of us – this was going to be interesting.

 

A Eulogy From Everyone

 

Every person present delivered a eulogy, eulogies that were deep, genuine, and heartfelt. Eulogies that often had everyone in tears, written as though we had really passed, and had clearly taken a lot of time and thought to create.

 

My daughter-in-law talked about she felt so very treasured by us.

 

My youngest child gave me the best of compliments when she shared that she thought it unlikely she’d ever find a closer friend than me. Many parental insecurities and fears of failure were swept away with the sentiments our children expressed.

Friends talked of the influence we’d had on their lives and the riches we had brought them. We saw sides of ourselves we didn’t know existed and were affirmed at a depth we’d never before experienced.

It’s difficult to convey how profoundly moving the funeral was for us – it was like taking a luxurious soak in a bath of love.

It helped us to restore some faith in ourselves and was a balm to those raw places.

It was a perfect, priceless gift.

Parts of the eulogies had us screaming with laughter. A few people shared long held secrets, safe to reveal now that we were dead. And funniest of all was that everyone created their own scenario as to how we’d died. My daughter started with

“Mum and Dad loved adventure…”

and then walked everyone through the naked tandem skydive gone wrong and finished with our mangled bodies. My husband, Phil, is a hoarder so one daughter’s story of him being crushed under his possessions and me tragically dying while searching for him, was hilarious. Someone suggested we’d eaten the wrong sort of mushrooms and died high as kites – they’d been our friends for a long time and were clearly recalling our hippie ways of yesteryear.

One friend wrote a poem of adoration to my toes

and said that she’d always coveted my nose – a nose I’d never been fond of, thought about the toes, I was in agreement.

To ice the cake, as it were, everyone also nominated the song that most reminded them of us and made us a CD called ‘Life Music’. ‘Home Improvements’ by My Friend The Chocolate Cakes and ‘Talking About A Revolution’ by Tracy Chapman were two of the songs chosen for me by my kids.

We like to plan great treats for our friends, kids, partners, colleagues…..seriously though, forget the birthday parties, forget the picnics, and the family outings, forget the concerts, the romantic weekends away, the dinners in a special restaurant. Even forget the presents.

If you really want to show someone how special they are –

there’s nothing, nothing, nothing, more joyous, life-affirming, healing, or fabulous than throwing them a funeral.

That is, of course, if they’re still breathing.

PS: In a quirky karmic little twist to this story my son actually got the idea for the funeral from something I had written. He was in Australia waiting through various visa issues for his American wife to join him. It was a tough time for both of them as the separation was many months long. Years back, after I’d walked out of my earlier depression, I’d created a simple, practical ninety day email program The Gratitude Adventure to help others learn happiness. Both my son and his wife were doing the course as a way to stay connected and positive. During the course I talk about valuing others and suggest writing eulogies and reading them to people while they’re still around. I also hinted that a funeral, while you were alive, would be amazing. Gotta love a boy who takes a hint, even when it’s not aimed at him.

Have you ever thrown a funeral for someone still living? What special things have you done to make people affirmed? – I would LOVE to know.