My Family Shouldn't Read
I promise my next post will be sarcastic and funny. Scouts honor. (I was never a scout so I may be lying.)
This post is very raw. You've been warned.
I wouldn't say I've planned my funeral.
But I have ideas of how it should go. I mean, I've been given a death sentence. Shouldn't I have the right to plan my own funeral? Shouldn't we all? (The answer is yes, by the way.)
I have a song list. Some can be sung at the funeral. But, in the end, I want people to leave the funeral with a soundtrack. Literally a soundtrack. (My God, I'm vain.) Yes, I'm that awesome. (Again-vain.)
I want people to remember me. (Selfish bitch.) Oh let's be honest, we all want to be remembered. We all deserve to be remembered. Even the assholes who voted for and still support Trump. And Bob Kraft. But I digress.
We all have songs that define us. If you're like me, these songs encompass all genres of music and cut across time. As music should. I mean, who hasn't had a song remind them of where they were, who they were with, how that moment felt.
Music transcends time.
We all deserve a soundtrack.
I have my soundtrack.
Not gonna tell you!