Celebrate my life

I was sitting in the kitchen last night, and I heard someone on the TV talking about what they want at their funeral, or what they want their funeral to look like. Even though it's an odd thought, it got me thinking about what I would want people to remember me as at MY funeral, but I decided that I would rather have a celebration of life. I would want people dressed in Easter colors, with yellows and blues and pinks, and I would want some good old country music. Happy and comfortable and bright. I would want dancing, and drinking. I would want people sharing embarrassing stories about me, like the time I killed the fake baby, or when I didn't make it to the bathroom in time at the movies and the seat was down. (That was AWKWARD btw). I would want to watch Aislynn staggering drunkenly up to the podium while I sit my little ghostly ass in the back, and watch her try to hold up her head, and laugh hysterically while sharing some of our stories about our trips to Belfast, or how we always slept when she came over. I want people to remember the better times, and I want no tears shed. Life is about living and being happy. Death is inevitable, so make the laughter last.