I've never been to a funeral, but my parents went to my grandad's funeral a few years ago without me because I was at school camp. I didn't even know he died untill I got back, so I wasn't only sad that he'd died so unexpectedly, but angry because the news was hidden from me. I was one of the last to know.
At my funeral, I'd want it to be in all white, instead of traditional black. Black represents darkness, darkness represents unknown, and people most often associate death with the unknown. Because, who can really know what happens after we die? But white (to me) represents new life, new beginning, a new journey. For me, death is not the end, but a new beginning. Death is change.
I'd want my body to be buried, and whatever my last words will be, carved onto the gravestone.
...Yeah.
Sorry about the long post, I seem to have slight OCD.
__________________
...whut.
|