If I die and someone doesn’t say something inappropriate within the first 24 hours, known that I will come back and haunt all of my closest friends. Sure, I expect people weeping uncontrollably at my wake and funeral (I’m Irish, so yes I will have a wake) but I also want to have moments of rolling laughter. The event of my death should be an open mic night and I expect to be celebrated and verbally assaulted by those who knew me well.  That’s not too much to ask, right? I think I have a few years till it happens, but just in case, start writing your best jokes.  I want great stuff!  Not just jokes about my height…. you’re better than that.  Pass the mic to someone else with a better joke and sit down. 

It’s never too soon.

If you’ve read anything I have ever offered to the world, you would know that I’m a pretty emotionally intelligent person. I read a room pretty well and, for the most part, my finger is on the pulse of the moment. At the same time, I have been known to push the envelope for the sake of levity and reaction.  I think you need to.  You have to break up the moments.  Feeling the same way for too long of time is unhealthy.  You need to feel something different.  You can’t stay a zombie forever.     

Some people cannot deal with awkward silence and have to fill that space with random questions or elongated answers. That’s not my issue. I just don’t like to see people hurt. I have had to deal with some sharp and deep pain in my life and I’d rather others not have to experience those feelings unless it’s absolutely necessary to the healing process.  I don’t like to see people hurt and If I have the power to change their emotional direction, better believe I am going to try.    

I am not someone who carries a lot of sadness.  Ask anyone who knows me well, I’m a pretty joyful person. Like anyone else who has ever grieved, I have issues or challenges that bubble up into my psyche.  Makes us real.  Give us perspective on things.  People who have had it easy, when it comes to learning about mortality or the battles of life, have a hard time connecting with those who have seen the other side.  I don’t need to fill space in conversations, but I do want to help people get through whatever they are feeling.  It’s one of the reasons why I write these chapters.    

When my older brother Michael passed, I made the decision to speak at his funeral. Nobody asked me to and my parents were both surprised that I wanted to address the room.  There was no way I was going to just let a priest, who had never met Michael, be the one speaking on his behalf or setting the tone for the event. Of all the people in the room, I knew him best. We shared a bedroom, kissed some of the same girls and our eyes and nose are identical.  Also, I knew the best way for us (especially me) to cope was to speak from the heart and most importantly, crack a few jokes on his behalf.  Harder to cry when you’re laughing.  Unless you laugh so hard you cry and that feeling is amazing. 

Before I walked up to the podium, I turned to my sister Kim and said “laugh. Just laugh”. And she did. The majority of the audience was female and there was no way I was going to ignore that.  I made sure that the crowd knew that the hardest thing for me to do, after finding out about his passing, was to call, text and message all the “girlfriends”.  I wanted to make sure that most of them found out about his passing at the same time. It was the truth. My brother loved the ladies and, for the most part, the ladies loved my brother too. There were the stories I had heard and witnessed when he was alive and the stories I had come to learn (and still learning about) years after his passing. It’s also the reason I have not bought a genetic testing kid like 23andMe.  I don’t want to find out about nieces and nephews that I didn’t know existed.  I’m kidding…. sort of.   

It’s never too soon to laugh about the obvious observations. True life writes the comedy for you.  It’s real to give those observations a voice.  Good or bad.   

I have often written of how we all die twice. Once, when our spirit leaves this earth and second, when the last person who knew us or knew of us passes as well. You live as long as the stories and memories allow. So at my funeral, I want everything I have ever done to be exposed. The inappropriate comments I have made over the years, the stories that my mom doesn’t know about, the loves/heartbreaks and romances, the things I have done to help others and the moments I was not my best self. Get it all out there. Expose me for who I really am and what I’ve done, so that the story of me, good and bad, lives on in the memories of those who were there. I hope that my truths will help to heal others. My embarrassing moments allow others to forgive themselves and my intentions were realized by those who questioned my methods.

You are supposed to celebrate those who have passed. We drink to people who have gone before us and honor them in our own special ways. If laughter is the best medicine, then let them laugh at me. For me, it’s never “too soon”, but rather not soon enough. I hope to know how people feel about me before I die, rather than waiting to hear those stories and emotions post mortem—when I can’t do nothing with them because I’m dead.  We should all have a wake when we’re still alive.  A living funeral or maybe even a roast.    

#Tryharder to celebrate the people in our lives while they are alive. Share stories while they are still here so they can help to separate fact from fiction and that the legends of us might become the absolute truth.