I'm feeling philosophical this morning. As of last night, two friends, who are younger than me, have died unexpectedly in the last 3 weeks. I don't have any grand belief systems that explain why or what happens when you die or what it all means. I like to think I'm very practical about the matters of life and death. And at various times in my life, I've felt one or the other is more or less inconvenient. I'd mostly like to spare everyone involved as much suffering as possible.
My neighbor died yesterday in the process of sitting down on the couch. His body just gave out suddenly. I'm glad he was spared a drawn-out passing. Selfishly, that's how I'd like to go too. But that also gave his loved ones no time to emotionally prepare, and now they are suffering greatly.
I'm thinking now of what I'd like my loved ones to know about when I go. And I hope they take some comfort in my practical, sometimes amusing, approach. For starters, I like the instructions that John Prine left:
Throw my brain in a hurricane.
The blind can have my eyes.
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size.
Give my feet to the footloose
Careless, fancy free.
And give my knees to the needy.
Don't pull that stuff on me.