Thanks Brucie.
Peacefulness. I like that word.
I'm not going to funerals anymore.I am aggravated at funerals. I am tired of trying to be converted when I only want to go and pay my last respects. I can understand that the "sermon" is for comfort but when it turns to a convert or die in hell type of thing I get so aggravated.
I am writing my wishes down, sealing them and going to a notary public. I realize that it may not do any good because once your dead you don't have much of a say in the matter but I hope I do.
I don't want a religious ceromony. I don't want a viewing, I would rather my family spent the money on a party to celebrate my life and death (ah-ha!) and put me on a burning raft and send me down the river! If only that was still a legal thing to do!
My old man wants me to drag him out into the woods and let the wolves eat him but I keep telling him I won't go to jail to follow his wishes. (I want to bury him, later dig up the bones and play him as a bone instrument that hangs by the fire pit-but I don't think the law will allow that either!)

Yes Brucie, I'm back.
Love Rustic

PS. With all the insight and compassion the good people of Mudcat Cafe have, it would be cool to have a perma-thread on comforting friends.