Rory aka aguycalledbloke has thrown this at us this week
When my Dad died in 1996, nobody was prepared for it, so it was very much a family arranged matter in which we all played a part and also in sorting out his affairs. The result was a very nice service with standing room only in a small chapel and attendees were people who knew my dad and were either relatives or friends of the family.
My Mum swore there would be no repetition of disorder when her time came, and she paid for her funeral years before she died, having chosen her music and the hymns she wanted.
I was not consulted at all about flowers or what was to be included in the eulogy, and if it hadn’t been for the vicar suggesting it, I would not have read my poem chosen from the exercise book by Mum’s bedside by my sister who wanted her grand daughter to read it.
It was a sad day in many ways, but I was glad that things were the way Mum wanted, which was most important. Unfortunately Hubby and I had to leave early because he was not at all well and in so much pain, we ended up in A&E.
So, here are Rory’s Questions today:
How important to you is the prayer and pomp of a funeral or indeed your funeral?
For Hubby, absolutely none. He wants no fuss, no ceremony or funeral service, and if he goes first, I shall respect that.
For me, I see it as money we haven’t got to spare, so a basic service would be OK.
I’m not one for prayers I’m afraid, and please, I do not want All Things Bright and Beautiful sung. Maybe everyone could have a copy and rip it up. I hate it that much.
Are you likely to opt for a more traditional plan or a new alternative no frills option?
No frills for either of us. When my time comes, I want to be dressed in joggers and my dad’s cardy with the pockets full of dog biscuits. It is unlikely family would attend, so if Hubby was up to it, a meal in a pub with friends would suffice and they can toast my life.
Would you wish for those attending to dress formally or casually, smart casual – would you be offended by jeans and sneakers?
Being offended by jeans etc, wouldn’t matter to me as I’m dead.
As they knew me in life, I never stood on ceremony so people should dress for their own comfort, not how they think they should.