Ya know, the only thing that keeps me living, is the trauma that my not living would cause to the few people I love. They would have to come here and dispose of my remains, disperse the remaining crap I have in my life, and it would totally disrupt their lives.
That's why I live, to avoid all that happening as long as possible. A hell of a reason to keep on ticking, but there it is.
I have pulled over for many long funeral processions here in the South. To have that many people care about you, and loved you, and honored your passing, is amazing.
So I guess your life is defined by how many folks would actually care that you're gone! My count is just a few, and that don't warrant a procession, hell, that doesn't even warrant a funeral.
I remember when I came down from Seattle to my mom's funeral in the Bay Area. My sister was handling everything and asked if I wanted mom's stuff. I was barely staying alive up there and told her no. I don't know where it ended up.
I guess I feel the same way about my stuff now. I have a Will that designates my belongings to certain people, but if it disrupts your life in the slightest, please don't come! Stuff is stuff and it will be cleaned out of my little house somehow, life goes on, and my landlord will find another renter.
I will be cremated, hopefully from whatever stash I have. Or I could end up in the paupers cemetery here in town, that would be cool! I would love that actually, it's a great little place I drive by all the time.
God it's tough planning your passing. I want it to be as painless as possible to the few people in my life. That's all I ask for.
I have lived the life I've lived and I take full responsibility for it. Send me some flowers and I will see you on the other side!
Whenever you find the one, devote your life to them! Or you will end up at the bottom, like me...