Planning one's own funeral

fitz happens: February 2006
Do you think it is morbid to write one’s own obit and plan out her funeral?

All my family and friends will probably chuckle at this one then get really uncomfortable. It was my life, so what not control it to the end?

So, what do I plan to say? Well here is what I have so far;

Last Name, (maidden name), Janis Mary, age xx, passed away on (insert date here) after trying to kick cancer’s butt for xx years! Janis had a wonderful sense of humor, was kind, and compassionate person. She graduated from HS and University. She spent 16 years working at the Bank in the IT department and then finished her career for an Insurance Company. Janis enjoyed a side career and touched others when she was a Jazzercise instructor for 11 years.

Janis leaves behind the loves of her life, her twin sons, J and J who brought joy to every moment of her life. Her husband S, a rock during her illness, special nephew and son E, step-daugther A blah blah (list family here) and some very special friends Kelly who was at her side through it all, Sarah D’ who provided daily cyber support, Terri , and countless other friends.

It is Janis’ wish that her life be celebrated instead of mourned. Janis found tremendous support on the internet with her illness and wishes that any contributions be made to www.breastcancer.org.

Not that I am planning on dying anytime soon. I would like to live a good long life and be around for as long as possible for my family. I also have a few songs picked out, (okay, you can stop laughing now).

Here are some of the tunes I think would be fitting for my funeral;
Spiritual ones:
On Eagles Wings
You are Near ( Yaweh, I know you are near)

Contemporary:
Can’t find my Way home (by Blind Faith)
Come down off your throne and leave your body alone.
Somebody must change.
You are the reason I've been waiting so long.
Somebody holds the key.
But I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time
And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home.
Come down on your own and leave your body alone.
Somebody must change.
You are the reason I've been waiting all these years.
Somebody holds the key.
But I can't find my way home.
But I can't find my way home.
But I can't find my way home.
But I can't find my way home.
Still I can't find my way home,
And I ain't done nothing wrong,
But I can't find my way home.

Together Again ( by Janet Jackson)
Everywhere I go
Every smile I see
I know you are there
Smilin' back at me
Dancin' in moonlight
I know you are free
I can see your star
Shinin' down on me

Solsbury Hill (by Pete Gabriel)
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
[I] just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
"Son," he said "Grab your things,
I've come to take you home."