Sept. 11 makes me think of cleaning my closets

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.

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3 Responses to Sept. 11 makes me think of cleaning my closets

  1. RedScylla says:

    That sounds like a good funeral. My great-grandfather had Jack Daniels and a rousing round of Big Rock Candy Mountain at his funeral.

  2. lauowolf says:

    Love it.And I've had the same thought.I don't want to leave all my undealt with messes for my poor kid to have to cleanup.Of course I hope it will be decades, but definitely time to get my act together.

  3. Lauri says:

    Hee! Great thoughts for a funeral!I have said I wanted to be posed in the casket with my tongue sticking out and giving everyone the finger. But……in reality….I just want my ashes scattered…..everywhere!

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