Yeah, it is a creepy subject, but anyone that does not think that the situation on earth is temp is not dealing in reality. Actually, I used to dwell on it back when I was single. I got a will made up and made my brother the executor. I no longer own any of the property that was on that will but at the time I wanted NOBODY to have to worry about what to do with my little bit of personal property. I used to drive my mom nuts telling her what to dress me in and what music to have played.
I no longer own that garment since having put on pounds and my "music" is constantly changing. To be honest I was such "damaged goods" from things that had happened in life that even though I was not suicidal I used to go to bed every night and tell God that if he wanted to take somebody I would "volunteer." I guess my mom really worried. She asked me "why on earth do you keep telling me what song to have played at your funeral?" So I asked her "Well, what song do you want played at yours?" She said "it doesn't matter, well...it does but I guess I never really thought about it." I told her "well, you should at least give me one." She said she liked the old song IT IS WELL. Long story short my mom passed away in 2009 and that is one of the songs I picked out for her. Also the Allen Jackson song "Sissy's Song" was new and I ran it by my sister and nieces and they agreed it had to be in "Nanna's" funeral. Nanna certainly had her financials in order. She took care of all my grandparents and elderly relatives bank accounts and personal needs while they were in nursing homes. She truly had the gift of caring for others, whether it be neighbors, children, grandchildren, greatgrandchildren, aging parents, aging aunts and uncles, and church family. Her death left my dad broken hearted. They were married almost 60 years. But their personal records were totally in order. She worked in finance and accounting for the government for 33 years and she knew how to manage records. Still, something as simple as picking out music for her own funeral bothered her until I presented it to her in the way I did. My sister picked out the perfect outfit for mom in her perfect shade of pink. My nephew's wife and I worked up a beautiful large collage of pictures of my mom all the way back to her infancy, childhood, four states fair queen (she was pretty both outside and inside), adulthood, and so forth. I went to the funeral home to make arrangements (my brother was taking care of my dad's mental state, and continues to today) to find out that the casket was a shade of blue and style fitting for the manliest of men.
My parents had purchased them years ago. No doubt she let dad pick them out a "set" for a great price and being the passive person she was did not speak up and tell him that it was unsuitable for her and no doubt planned on outliving him anyway. The funeral home director (friend) offered to swap at same price for a gorgeous mauve and plum one but I knew that I had to get my sister to suggest the swap to my dad lest I get my head bit off. That played out fine. Five years before my mom passed I had one of my "all nighter" dreams. I actually dreamed the funeral of a lady that worked with her for years, was a dear friend of hers, and had a lot of my mom's characteristics (pretty, petite, demure, bright, passive, and positive). The dream had so much detail of the funeral, the music, the sadness, I knew it represented my mom. My mom passed away at home with me, my sister, my brother, and dad holding her as she breathed her last breath. The strange thing is that once she got the diagnosis she never discussed it with us. I guess that was just her. I only hope to get my wishes in order so as not to burden anybody else with my wishes when my time comes. I am an organ donor, I have a cemetary plot which was given to me by the cemetary board. There was nothing I wanted availabe and I inquired about a plot near my great grandparents and great-great grandparents. I was told there was none but there was room in the right of way. Since it was not for sale it was given to me. I often think about getting together a total package of my accounts, benefits, policies, passwords, etc compiled for my husband. Also wishes, photos, etc. but being the procrastinator I am it just has not happened. He tells me to cremate him and spread his ashes over the Rockies or somewhere else in nature. He adamantly tells me that if I put him in the ground in NE Texas he will haunt me all the days of my life!