I Wonder Who Will Go to My Funeral
I finally got home last night, after my sister’s death turned a two-day trip to tidy up my dad’s estate into me legitimately asking whether the funeral home did family discounts on cremations. They don’t, but [b]LifeProTip:[/b] you can get a “direct cremation” for about $700 if you don’t care about the frills or want to do your own service or scattering at home).
My sister didn’t want a funeral, didn’t leave a will, and had no one. Other than donated clothes and furniture and some cancelled medical appointments, her whole life rode back home with me while she chilled in the back seat.
My dad might have wanted a funeral, but he didn’t specify one so it (as with everything) was left to me. His house is cleaned, gutted, and listed for anyone stupid or desperate enough to want to buy a house *now*, and his ashes got scattered in a very small private ceremony on uninhabited public land before I stopped at a Bucc-ees.
No idea where my mom is, but that’s nothing new.
Who’s going to be at my funeral? Sad truth is, probably not my wife. Stepdaughter? I hope so, but who knows. I’ve got some friends who I hold I’ll still be close enough with for that, maybe some cousins or extended family. Coworkers? I hope not.
Nothing like pandemic, protests, riots, and a one-two suicide that I have to clean up after to get me good and maudlin.
My sister didn’t want a funeral, didn’t leave a will, and had no one. Other than donated clothes and furniture and some cancelled medical appointments, her whole life rode back home with me while she chilled in the back seat.
My dad might have wanted a funeral, but he didn’t specify one so it (as with everything) was left to me. His house is cleaned, gutted, and listed for anyone stupid or desperate enough to want to buy a house *now*, and his ashes got scattered in a very small private ceremony on uninhabited public land before I stopped at a Bucc-ees.
No idea where my mom is, but that’s nothing new.
Who’s going to be at my funeral? Sad truth is, probably not my wife. Stepdaughter? I hope so, but who knows. I’ve got some friends who I hold I’ll still be close enough with for that, maybe some cousins or extended family. Coworkers? I hope not.
Nothing like pandemic, protests, riots, and a one-two suicide that I have to clean up after to get me good and maudlin.
26-30, F
