I don’t especially want a funeral (hell, I’ll be dead!). However, I’ve told my husband that if he and/or the kid’s want one, I don’t object so long as they stay within certain parameters.
- I want my organs donated, if possible.
- I would prefer no embalming and cremation.
- I want a cheap memorial service without expensive (and tacky, IMO) trappings. Someplace outdoors rather than a church.
- No eulogy. Instead have a reading of the last paragraphs of The Doll’s House by Rumer Godden. Some of the most beautiful words ever written, and very explanatory of my philosophy and personality.
“[Bad times] come and they pass, so let us be happy now.” said Tottie.
“Without Birdie?” asked Mr. Plantagent, his voice trembling.
“Birdie would be happy. She couldn’t help it.” said Tottie.
And Birdie’s bright tinkling music went on in the doll’s house and, on her hat that still hung in the hall, and on her feather broom, and on her bird and on her parasol, the colors and the pattern were still bright.
- And now we come (finally!) to the OP. “Will The Circle Be Unbroken” is to be the only song.
*I was standing by my window
On a cold and cloudy day,
When I saw the hearse come rollin’
For to take my mother away.
Chorus:
Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by Lord, by and by,
There’s a better home a-waitin’
In the sky Lord, in the sky.
I said to the undertaker,
“Undertaker, please drive slow,
For this body you are haulin’
Lord, I hate to see her go.”
Chorus:
Well I followed close behind her,
Tried to hold up and be brave,
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave
Chorus:
I went back home, my home was lonesome,
missed my mother – she was gone.
All my brothers and sisters crying
in our home so sad and alone.
Chorus:
We sang the songs of childhood,
hymns of faith that made us strong,
Ones that our mother had taught us,
hear the angels sing along
Chorus: *
Of course, I don’t believe that “there’s a better home awaiting…” But, my husband and kids do believe it. I think the song is beautiful and comforting to believers and off-beat enough to seem appropriate for me. Also, it was my grandmother’s favorite. There wasn’t a dry eye at her funeral, either.
6) I’m also hoping for a motorcycle escort. Unless all our friends are too old to ride by that time!