At My Funeral

I know. I know it’s not your favourite subject, but it’s part of life, so we shouldn’t refuse to talk about this or hear about it.

So, here I am.

What would my family say during my funeral? I say what they would say, not what I hope they will say.

“He was always writing and talking nonsense.” My wife.

“Oh, Lord,” Daughter number one.

“He was a great man.” Daughter number two.

“Well, he’s gonna talk to his ghosts now.” Daughter number three.

“He was kind of weirdo,” Daughter number four.

“He was a great thinker.” Grandson number one.

“He was an okay grandpa.” Grandson number two.

“I never knew him much.” Grandson number three.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.” Granddaughter number one.

“I don’t know. Grandpa looked like a great guy, though.” Granddaughter number two.

“Rest in Peace.” Distant relatives will say.

And what about my friends? What do I think they would say in or around that supreme moment?

Nothing. My friends may smirk, but that would be all.

And my community?

Nothing. I’ve always been invisible.

And you, my friend, what do you think your family or other people will say at your funeral?