I'm NOT depressed/thinking of committing suicide or anything. Just to be clear :)
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On the day of my funeral, whenever that is (hopefully when I've had at least 2 grandchildren I can annoy and bribe with lollies and have published a few journal articles in Science), I want nobody to be dressed in black or white, but be dressed in purple instead. Not only because it's my favourite colour (in 60 years too maybe?), but because purple doesn't correlate with death at all.
Also, instead of those solemn hymns that are always sung in funerals, please sing a song by Brooke Fraser. I vote "C.S. Lewis Song":
Other songs that don't start or end with a minor key might be considered.
I'd like to be cremated, just because a coffin costs heaps (I processed ACC forms claiming for super expensive coffins). Getting a plot of land costs money too, I presume? Also, staring at a lifeless body when all my viable organs have been donated would just be plain creepy.
All my loved ones would not be sad, no one shall shed a tear; for it will be a time of celebration, not sorrow. Instead let it be a time of reunion (of long-lost friends), forgiving, and singing while holding hands.
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This is what happens when I spend too much time home-bound (while trying to study). Again, I'm not thinking dark thoughts. Although the weather isn't exactly too bright and sunny at the moment. But just remembering again that life is just a breath, and if we fail to breathe in the goodness around, we might just miss it.
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On the day of my funeral, whenever that is (hopefully when I've had at least 2 grandchildren I can annoy and bribe with lollies and have published a few journal articles in Science), I want nobody to be dressed in black or white, but be dressed in purple instead. Not only because it's my favourite colour (in 60 years too maybe?), but because purple doesn't correlate with death at all.
Also, instead of those solemn hymns that are always sung in funerals, please sing a song by Brooke Fraser. I vote "C.S. Lewis Song":
For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you
I'd like to be cremated, just because a coffin costs heaps (I processed ACC forms claiming for super expensive coffins). Getting a plot of land costs money too, I presume? Also, staring at a lifeless body when all my viable organs have been donated would just be plain creepy.
All my loved ones would not be sad, no one shall shed a tear; for it will be a time of celebration, not sorrow. Instead let it be a time of reunion (of long-lost friends), forgiving, and singing while holding hands.
***
This is what happens when I spend too much time home-bound (while trying to study). Again, I'm not thinking dark thoughts. Although the weather isn't exactly too bright and sunny at the moment. But just remembering again that life is just a breath, and if we fail to breathe in the goodness around, we might just miss it.
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