I've experienced
alot of death in my life, and certainly one day it will be my own. Without getting into the whole thing, I'll just say I've learned a lot about it. Most of it amusing.
My sister and I took my dad's ashes up in a Cessna 172 that I was flying at the time and sprinkled him (yeah, illegal) over Green Bay, Wisconsin, his favorite place. I'm the funeral singer so I sang Amazing Grace and flew the plane. If that weren't funny
enough, as we passed the bag back and forth sprinkling a little out at a time, the wind sucked the bag out of my sister's hand with the last quarter cup remaining and she was quite sure he'd be trapped in there forever. She was devastated. I was howling.
The really hilarious bit came after we landed and gathered our things, and found a nice dusting of dad all over the back seat and all down the fuselage in a long gray streak. He would have loved it, and it remains one of the funniest moments in my life.