The plasterers arrive today and set about their work with speed and precision. The older man leaves early.
"I won't be here tomorrow" he reports. "I'm going to a funeral. We held the wake before Christmas"
This seems a rather long delay between death and funeral, but he tells me this was a "living wake", a delightful idea, though only available to people whose deaths can be to at least some extent predicted. The idea is not new: I think it comes possibly from "lady death" herself, Elizabeth Kubler Ross, but there is another idea which is similar and maybe even better: the "death day party"
This is where someone is given, say, 6 months to live, so if they end up still being alive on that day, they hold a party in their own honour. I'd kinda like to do this myself, if it turns out to be feasible. The attractions of going out like a light, however, as my father did, seem somehow even more attractive. He suffered a fall while on a cruise ship, leading to a catastrophic brain haemorrhage. He lost consciousness within minutes and lapsed into a coma from which he died 3 days later
Thursday, 8 April 2010
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