I keep trying to convince my wife and kids to arrange for me to arrive late to my own funeral. I’m envisioning everyone has filed in and is looking around for the casket. Then someone at the front of a church awkwardly starts to make kind remarks about me. Then the big double doors bang open and a couple of overweight sweaty guys in ill-fitting suits come hustling up the aisle with my coffin. At this point someone in my family should stand up and say “I swear to you that this was all Brendan’s idea.”
My other idea was to have an open casket with a hidden speaker and someone who sounds like me addressing people by name as they look down on my withered corpse. “Hey Frank! How’ya doin? Don’t I look life-like?”
For some reason I’m not getting a lot of traction with either of these ideas.
