My Funeral
I don't want a grave, a coffin or a plaque. I don't want anything.
Just a cremation.
A few simple words.
Plant a tree. Preferably oak.
Keep it simple.
I want a tree for my children to come and talk to when they feel
low.
I used to talk to a tree on my street when I was a kid.
It helped.
Trees have great spirits, especially oak.
I don't want anyone to talk about me or give a few simple words.
They'd just miss the point.
Words cannot express what I feel when I see things.
I wish I had the ability to communicate my feelings about our purpose on life.
Death is just a continuation of life.
So to say anything is pointless.
There shouldn't be many people there.
Just the ones who came to visit in my lifetime.
I don't want the funeral goers.
This isn't a funeral.
Tell them to stay home and wait for one.
Nothing personal, they'd just miss the point.
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