On the night before my final “One Year to Live” class, I just heard the news report that the media outlets have prepared Britney Spears obituary in the event that she dies in the next little while. The unstable former pop-princess has given many reason to worry and her erratic behaviour causes many to declare the ‘Brit-DeathWatch’.
I spent this past week working on my obituary. Nothing fancy. No stories of big showstopping performances in lacy knickers or furry bras. No tales of 50 minute marriages. No tales of Hummerseated pantyflashes on my behalf.
Just me.
I want a Beatles song played at my funeral (“Blackbird”). I have a bunch of photos of me looking goofy in grade school which I won’t mind sharing with those who attend my service (while I’m alive, I’d prefer to save myself the horror of their release although they may already appear on Facebook- gasp!)
I want a party. No crying allowed. I’m Irish so a true Irish/Buddhist wake/sukhavati serves me fine. Invite Father Peter McKee (he rocks and has been present at many a wake I’d attended as a child). Make sure my Shambhala and Nalandabodhi peeps are representin’.
Please make sure my mom doesn’t dress me in taffeta or teddybear printed pajamas. No one let them play ‘Stairway to Heaven’.
It’s weird knowing that tomorrow you are (symbolically) going to die. I had a flash of how powerful it is to be alive today while walking with Mr. TMcG and it was the most exhilarating feeling I’ve ever known.
I can only hope that Britney can feel the power of feeling alive. I don’t think we should leave Britney alone.. I think we should do tonglen for her.
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