When I Die.

When I die. Wow.

How will it feel? When will it happen? Why will it happen? Who will know? Will anyone still be around?

When I die, I don't want any mourning. I don't want the tears to flow from sorrow. I don't want the skies to be gray and the rain to fall on the black dresses and suits of younger men and women.

I want....


A party.





I want a party, and let this be a testament to my family, the authorities, and anyone else who has say after I'm gone.

Why?

Death shouldn't be a sad ordeal. You know what a sad ordeal is? This world. Its full of hate and sorrow and mistrust and suffering. Not to say it doesn't have happiness or sunshine or love, its just that its a struggle.

I want my life to be celebrated, not wished to be back. I want a fair, like grandpa in the book Cold Sassy Tree . Life should be celebrated, not mourned over. Yea, it sucks that people won't be here after they're gone, but we should remember them fondly. They would want that. I want that. My leaving shouldn't be a sorrowful event. It should bring joy as I enter a better place. A far better place. Do people cry when a runner finishes his race? No, that would be stupid. Or does a crowd mourn when their favorite band ends a song? No, again that would be stupid. Without an end, there is nothing to celebrate.


So for everyone to know. I want a party.

A big one.

.....


but no clowns..... I hate clowns....