I just tweezed my eyebrows more than I ever have in my life. Sure, I wax my unibrow when it gets unruly, but this was the first time I ever tried to shape my hairs rather than pull out detractors. I guess I'm trying to decide if it'll be better for photos—THAT REMINDS ME. There, now I have also put in white strips. The really expensive best Crest ones were on super sale at Shoppers, so I will hopefully have a bright smile to be in Twyla's wedding photos. :D Oh, but as I was saying—the verdict is, I like my face better with more eyebrow hairs. It looks weird without 0_0 I guess we just get used to ourselves one way, you know? Besides, tweezing is painful and barbaric.
But right, funerals. That's what I came here to post about. I've been thinking about it because this guy at Michaels was buying chocolate for a fondue. I changed his mind on the kind, though, because I said I liked light rather than dark chocolate, so he took that instead, and then he asked if the Lindt chocolates were good. I said they were delicious, but expensive, and he grabbed a big pile of them—at sixty-nine cents plus tax apiece, it didn't take long to get to the seventeen dollars' worth he bought!—and said, "Well, you can't take it with you."
He offered me five chocolates. I took one, and wondered what he was dying of, if not just time like most of us. The chocolate melted in my pocket and came out of the wrapper sticky, and its sweetness tasted tainted with mortality.
And then on Monday I heard on the radio that funerals can be the third biggest expense of your life, after your house and your car! And I thought, That's ridiculous, and more vehemently, Not for me. After I saw my uncle's casket, a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, I told my parents that when I died I wanted to be buried in the plainest possible box.
Of course they had the same reaction everyone else here all did: perish the thought!
I suppose I'm young and foolish, when these things don't touch me. When I never really worry about my health and can speak of my own death like that. When heaven seems like the place between closed eyes and darkness, close enough.
I don't know.
Childish or childlike as it may be, I don't want to change. I like being able to feel this way. To want to be buried in the plainest box with the fewest flowers and smallest expense. I can't see any point at all to beautiful caskets.
Then again, in a way, that's what my body is.
Sure, I take care of it, I even love it, but it's a vehicle, right? For the soul. The body isn't what you mourn when someone dies. People aren't bodies. I wouldn't be here anymore. I'd be... well. Come quickly, Lord Jesus. I'm looking forward to the Kingdom of God.
So yeah. That's what I came here to say. If I die, my parents better bury me in a cheap box. Otherwise I'd be miffed.
Also I want "Blessed be Your Name" to be sung. Is someone taking notes? :)