I’ve decided to put my funeral plans down on paper because I don’t trust my husband to plan my final party. If it’s anything like the other things we’ve put together, he’ll wait until three hours before the calling hours start and, overwhelmed with all that he failed to do to prepare, will decide to paint the garage door.
“I’ve been meaning to get to this for months,” he’ll say to the stunned mourners as they arrive with casseroles.
I’m not making this up. We used to have a big pool party every summer when we lived in New Jersey. I would spend a week shopping and cooking, cleaning the house inside and out, prepping the pool, making practice margaritas, borrowing all the plasticware I could get my hands on, and blowing up inflatable toys. Every year, the thing people remembered most was the Wet Paint sign on the garage door. I’m not saying he was avoiding the work of throwing a party, but I will say this: He wasn’t not avoiding the work of throwing a party. [Read more…] about Putting the Fun Back in Funeral