INFJ:ness coming right up: I wish my consciousness, soul would have united with what is beyond before so I wouldn't have wasted my time too much... though given present state the odds are not so great. I hope I'll go before my children and husband cause I'm chicken and because I hope they will find peace in this lifetime and will have more time to search in this precious incarnation.
With the earthly remains I wish they bury where they're going to put my husband (they have a family tomb) as a symbolic gesture. ...also they don't put ex wives there so maybe I've learned to be a decent spouse If my ashes make the cut. ;D If not stick em wherever out of the way in the easiest possible legal way. Have a service if it comforts someone.
Other than that I can't think of anything....
which reminds me...
Do not go gentle into that good night
by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
