The mother of a friend of mine died suddenly a couple of years ago, on April first, which her family thought she would have liked. She was the kind of person who was always ready for a new adventure, and her closets were always hyper-organized, so she was always ready to go…a model for us all. My closets are probably not as okay as I think they are, but I have some drawers that I haven't touched for ten years or more–I really don't want to clean them out but I don't know if I want to leave them for anyone else, either.
My friend's mother left very specific instructions for her funeral: instead of a coffin, she wanted to be represented by her Glamour Shots portrait and a pair of gold lame heels (she had a pair in her hyper-organized closet), she wanted a jazz version of "When the Saints Come Marching In" as a recessional, and she wanted sparklers. All of which she had.