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Roses 2

Roses 2

Guess what? I’m back!

Though my appearances may be sporadic, as unforeseen events crop up and take a large chunk out of my day. However, normal service will be resumed as soon as possible

I hope you are well and I look forward to catching up with you all.


And a Very Big Thank You for all your messages of condolence, love and hugs sent across the miles through cyberspace. Every single one helped.


It’s Your Funeral!

Death Flower

Death Flower

Like me, do you also receive countless, annoying advertising smses (texts) on your cell phone (mobile) ?

(This trying to be tri-lingual – SA, UK, USA – is time consuming! I think I’ll stick to SA and you can translate for yourselves!)

Here is a recent one that just made me laugh :-

R50,000 Funeral Cover from H**** from R84.80 pm. Ages between 18&75. Reply YES for a quote. STOP to opt out. H**** Life Assurance  co. Ltd. Auth FSP. Std rates.

While my age is between 18 and 75, I do not like to be constantly offered Life insurance, for when I am Dead!

Also, why on earth would anyone need R50,000 for a funeral? You could do a very nice smallish wedding for 50 guests, for that price!

I don’t have hundreds of friends so what could you spend R50,000 on? Are they going to throw gold dust on my coffin? Sorry, that’s not going to work, as I intend to be cremated, so no burial for starters.

But the sms got me thinking about death and the funeral process. I figure that when you’re gone you’re gone. You may be missed for a time, but life goes on. You might leave children and family behind that share some of your genes, but if not, then you leave behind that ripple you made through life; maybe when you helped a stranger in some small way, that meant a great deal to them at the time. I have been helped in the past, and will never forget the kindness of those total strangers.

Some people leave very specific details for their funeral service. For example, my Mum wanted a dozen Red roses of Lancashire on her coffin, despite having lived in Yorkshire, the White rose, for half her life.

I think that the funeral service is for those remaining, to say goodbye. So they can do what they want at my funeral. I have only requested of my girls, that a certain song be played, for fun. (No, I’m not telling you what it is. You’ll have to attend my funeral to find out!) And that everyone must down a shot of vodka! Rather celebrate than get too morbid.

But most of this is moot, as I plan to live to 104!