As it turns out, death is certainly a process. Practically and philosophically speaking. In true blogger form- here are the things I’ve learned (all serious, some intended to be funny, so it’s ok to laugh):
- Funerals are expensive. Probably unnecessarily so. But who’s going to question the prices or shop around at a time like that?
- It only takes a phone call to withdraw someone from school when they die.
- HOWEVER- it takes a complete medical history, copy of the death certificate, funeral director’s mother’s maiden name, your right arm, left leg, and a pound of flesh to fly in for the funeral. Seriously- Read my friend Shannon’s blog about my attempt at flying home. Then, NEVER fly Delta or Northwest, or any of their partner airlines again. I forbid it.
- I will always write, “no card” or “n/c” in the guest book at a funeral. The idea of writing all those thank you cards is completely overwhelming.
- Also, I pledge to not bring fried chicken when someone dies. Someone probably already has. Any variety of potato is always safe though.
- It is REALLY easy to figure out what your unhealthy stress coping mechanism is. My mom smokes. I eat. A lot. And sleep a lot. Which is a really bad combination. I’ll be joining Bearcycle when I return for sure.
- The things people do things for you, like bring you food, send flowers, hugs, tears, and prayers mean a lot more than they think they do.
- Bubbly people might consider a class in appropriateness. Ask me about my Dad’s call to the benefit’s people at Toyota.