I don't really know why, but I've been thinking about what I'd like my funeral to be like. I know that's a bit morbid, but I always feel bad for families who aren't left a clear plan for such and have to figure it out amongst grief and shock. The last funeral I attended was in June, and my great-aunt had left clear instructions. We knew who would speak at her funeral, where she wanted it to be, where she wanted to be buried, and all of that good stuff. And it was an excellent funeral and incredibly inspirational.
As for my funeral, I don't know who I'd like to do the service. I am not close to any practicing pastors as a result of having attended large churches since I became a Christian. I think stories are always good, so maybe some friends and family members could speak. Of course, I think that would be really hard to do, so perhaps that's an unreasonable request. I know I want to be cremated, so no casket purchase is necessary. Not sure where I want my ashes dumped though. I definitely don't want them kept in an urn somewhere. And I'd prefer if people didn't all wear black to the funeral; that's so...funeral. And I'd like a happy song or two, like the ones they sing at the churches I attend.
For sure, I would want an awesome meal afterwards. The meal after my Aunt Jean's funeral was ridiculously delicious. The First Baptist Church in Woodland totally out-did itself. And having all of that food at the church makes a lot more sense than my parents getting a zillion buckets of fried chicken at their house, although I am sure my dad wouldn't mind. And I definitely want petit fours and the frog cupcakes from the Donut Castle to be served after the funeral. A sugar high in the midst of grief can't hurt. Plus there's something celebratory about cupcakes, and as much as it could be (since I'm so much fun here on earth and all), I'd like it to be a celebration of God's grace in giving me eternal life. After all, what could be a bigger cause for celebration?