I Am Extending My Life Forever Because I Do Not Like Funerals

I began the journey to death the day I was born. Luckily, my death hasn’t occurred yet, and I’m not sure when it will. But I’m not going to worry or get concerned. I’m not going to panic. I’m in no hurry, and if I have anything to do about it, I will forestall the end for a few more decades. I realize all good things must come to an end, and it’s impossible to sustain life indefinitely. My problem with death is I don’t particularly appreciate attending funerals. And I suspect that I won’t like attending my own. I have been to many funerals. Attending ceremonies for friends, family members, far and distant relatives, and people I’ve respected and worked for and with. Even some people that I didn’t even know or like. I’ve attended formal funerals, life celebrations, the spreading of cremains, and military funerals. I’ve been a pallbearer, an usher, and a family representative setting up details. I’ve given eulogies, comforted people, been comforted, witnessed tense situations created by feuding families, and attended last-call funerals for first responders who died in service. They are emotionally challenging events. And, as I get older, they are a stark reminder of what’s to come when the lights of life get personally turned off. Most funerals are respectful and fill the gap between loss and grieving, and I respect that. Others are cookie-cutter affairs sprinkled with organ music and creepy funeral directors who speak in low monotones with people dressed in black. <a href="https://medium.com/crows-feet/i-am-extending-my-life-forever-because-i-do-not-like-funerals-5a055438ea76">Website</a>