My final wishes…

Posted: February 20, 2016 in Uncategorized

I recently went to a funeral for my great aunt. I won’t go into details on the funeral itself, but I started thinking of what I would want at my funeral.
There has always been two songs that I’ve known forever would be played at my funeral.

Pink Floyd’s Wish you were here (yes it’s a little fucked up to want this song, but it means a lot to me)
And
Green Day’s Good Riddance
Then a medley of all the awesome songs on my Spotify (this consists mostly of Halestorm) could happen afterward.
I don’t want it in a church. No religious spewing that I made it to my reward. (sorry but I didn’t feel fuzzy and warm when death was called a reward)
I want a party instead of a funeral where everyone wears comfy clothes. Pj’s, yoga pants, slippers, flip flops, or no shoes at all. Anyone who has received a massage knows I don’t wear shoes while I work.
No crying for me 😢. I want everyone to have some of their favorite Joy stories to share. A roast so to speak. Laugh. I lived a life where I did some asinine things revel in it
As for my carcass burn my ass ( the only time I’ll be considered hot) and put me in a Batman action figure.
I want to be the coolest, funnest, dead grandma ever. I want my grandkids to play with me.
I can picture it now
Joey hit me with Grandma
Joey won’t share Grandma.
I’m not sure why little Joey is such an ass, but I have a feeling he will be my favorite.
So there you have it. My wishes.
Yes this is what I think about when I drive alone for three hours on very little sleep. Lol

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