What mad stories could you leave for people to discuss at your funeral?
Not at the ceremony itself but later that evening, when there were no more formalities to worry about. No more logistics to clarify like “are you travelling with us?” or “will they know to have the sandwiches ready for 4 o’clock do you think?” When everyone had relaxed enough so that one of the mourners would remember a story about the deceased they had forgotten they’d forgotten; one that opened up a completely new facet of their character that had been unknown to their family.
— “Andja-know he used to be a great man for the knitting”





