Mortality Musings

When I  croak, which will be within 5 to 10 years, there will be no formal observance of that event.  No funeral, no memorial service.  Just quick cremation, thank you kindly. This is not a statement  about funeral practices.  Morticians are making a buck providing services that most people want.  Nothing evil about that.  It's not about some religious or spiritual view of life and death.   Some of my reasons are so personal that I would only tell them to a shrink if I had one.  Heaven knows I need one but I don't go there because they are at least as nutty  as I am.  Maybe it's a post mortem thumbing of the nose at those who believe I owe them the opportunity to grieve, say goodbye, eulogize or whatever we do when somebody expires.   Maybe I will go to that great bandstand or recording studio in the sky where I will meet Frank Sinatra.  We will do a rousing duet of "My Way."  I like that.