It’s a dark subject, I know, but I’ve been thinking about how people will remember me when I die. It was all brought on when Rob got some mild carbon monoxide poisoning over the weekend and I told him how happy I was that he didn’t die. And then I said, I hope I never have to think about this (at least not until he’s 100), but I would have so many nice things to say about him at his funeral. I mean it would be a really good speech.
So anyway, I was like, “Ummm what would you say about me?” He had some nice things to say about what a big heart I have and how I’m always there for my family and blah blah blah, but I really wanted him to be like, “She was the funniest person I’ve ever met.” Because to me, being funny is like the ultimate. Making people laugh is seriously one of the most rewarding things. Not everyone knows just how funny I am. I guess because I’m funniest with the people I’m most comfortable with. Which means my family probably gets that I’m effin’ hysterical. And Rob obviously agreed and was like, “Yes, I would definitely talk about how funny you were.” I’m still worried about the fact that he didn’t come up with this on his own though, ya know?
Bottom line is if you get asked to speak at my funeral, please, for the love of God, mention that I cracked people up now and again. I mean that is if you truly believe that. If you don’t believe that, turn down the speaking opportunity.