Remembering Well

In my time as an anthropologist, and as a freelance writer, I've seen my fair share of mediocre to absolutely awful memorial services and disposition rites. I'd love to hear some of your stories - as I'm writing a book about "end of life decisions."

Just to kick things off, I'd like to say that at my memorial, I want my sons to use the song Naive Melody, by the Talking Heads, as the spring board for remembering their mother. After all, when they were infants, I danced around the living room with them, singing this song...it reaches to the core of my being, and connected me firmly to them - as a figurative umbilical cord.

What say you? What "horror" stories can you share - and what plans have you made?

Love!