I’m going to apologize in advance for this morbid topic.
I blame the fact that I hang out with 60-year-olds.
But one morning we started talking about our plans post-death.
One guy wants his ashes spread at his favorite surf break in Waikiki. Another wants his spread back on Molokai, where he’s from. And another wants someone — probably me — to lug his ashes to Paris and watch the sunset from the steps at the Basilique Sacré-Coeur.
It made me think about my plans once I die.
It’s not something I think about much since 1) I’m pretty healthy and 2) I’m fairly young. But you never know when your time is up, and it’s probably a good idea to share with others now — while you’re still alive! — what you want for your funeral or memorial service.
I don’t think I could pick a single place to spread my ashes. Maybe under the Eiffel Tower, at Queen’s in Waikiki, into the Pacific Ocean during an episode of aurora borealis, or at Rainbow Drive-In. There are just too many places I want to be!
But I do know one thing: when I die, I want a party. I want people to eat, drink, talk story and have fun. I don’t want anyone to cry or worry or wonder. Just know when I’m gone, it’s fine. Time just ran out on the video game and I did my personal best.
Have you thought about this, too?