With some recent occurrences around the internets reminding me how fragile and unpredictable life is, I've been thinking.
(I know, it's dangerous!)
What would really happen if I died?
Oh, I'm not going all emotional on you right now. I'm thinking along the lines of practical. Because let's face it. When someone dies - in my limited experience- generally family members descend upon that person's house. Someone would definitely be staying in my spare bedroom, and probably someone in the basement, too. Which wouldn't really bother me if I had plenty of time to prepare, but since I'll be dead, that probably won't happen. And I'm guessing that since it's hard enough to get my kids to actually clean while I'm right here "reminding" them, it's not too likely they'll think to do all that on their own.
Would it permanently damage everyone in the house, if I tape a sealed envelope to the fridge labeled "In Case I Die"?
I mean, I'd just like to make a little checklist of cleaning to be done, food that would be good to have on hand, and I'd really like it if they could arrive at the funeral in a clean car.
Oh, you thought that envelope was going to contain instructions for a funeral, or a list of things I'd like to bequeath to my children? Silly you. All that stuff will get done. I'm not worried about that. It's the stuff that won't get done if I'm not standing here that I'm worried about. And you know I'm right, too.
Don't you think it's kind of a slap in the face to have a big family dinner at my house when I clearly won't be able to pick up all the clutter that continually piles up in my kitchen area and toss it into the laundry room and/or shove it into the dishwasher?
I mean, not that it should matter. But it does to me.
I just want to be remembered for who I am, not for the fact that someone last night used all the dishtowels and shoved them back in the drawer while they were still wet instead of hanging them up, that's all.