So coming out has been postponed to tomorrow. Today, instead, was the funeral. Seeing my uncle lie sleeping in his casket was unnerving. It felt as if any moment he’d spring back to life and go JUST JOKING. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Tearful eulogies and goodbyes were said as I shifted uncomfortably in the seat of the pew. Monks circled the hall chanting their strange sutra and it seemed time stood still. For once, it seemed as if the blinking red light on my Blackberry no longer demanded I instantly respond to an email. Everything seemed secondary, even me coming out to my parents. Life is short, I thought to myself, some things need to be done sooner than later, but 24 years – I can afford to wait another day.
How do you imagine your own funeral? For my funeral, I would like people to just chill. No tears. I’d like Gloria Gaynor’s I Will Survive blasting as some pseudo-eulogy, and a nice dinner at a nice restaurant after. I don’t need everybody standing around my casket waiting for it to be lowered. If death should teach anybody anything, it’s time is of the essence. Why waste it for a 2-hour ceremony watching my lifeless body drop into the ground? Some people are living till the day they die, and others are dying since the day they were born. I’d like to be the former.
