I drove to her rent-controlled apartment yesterday. She was waiting at the security door, White hair pulled back in a wispy bun, lips pursed more from habit than emotion.
“This has been on my mind for ages, and now I’m going to do it!”
Her apartment was sparse and tidy, and I sat the card table that was her dining room. “I’m getting rid of stuff!” she looked at me like I was going to object. “I’ve had it for years, and it’s time to sell it, give it away or throw it out!” I nodded. Makes sense to me.
“And another thing. It’s time I changed my funeral…no one’s coming anyway.”
This is usually an exaggeration. I asked about friends (dead! All dead!), children (never married, no kids) relatives (All my nieces and nephews moved away!) and neighbors (Pah!)
I’m no expert, but I figured her for about 50 at the funeral. Some would come to comfort her niece in town, the rest would be friends. Funerals are very compelling to the elderly, a chance to visit friends you haven’t seen, eat a little sandwich that you didn’t have to buy or prepare yourself, a little bit of company in an empty social calendar.
Money was not the issue for her or for me. She had a modest amount of money set aside with our firm, and considering her circumstances, her desire to not have a ceremony at all would probably be the best for us.
But it’s the hidden motives that always interest me.
“I don’t to have my family to have to travel all this way..it’s a waste of money and why burden my friends?”
Her eyes belied her fear that her family wouldn’t want to come and that her friends might not care to go.
It’s a big conundrum I see among the very old. No one wants to die and no one wants to be forgotten—sort of like hanging around the break room at the old job site…people are polite but they wonder what you’re still doing there.
There are advantages to dying young: a ton of people come to the funeral, and you get a big write-up in the paper. Conversely- if you live too long, people only come for the sandwiches, and you have to buy your write-up in the obit section.
I don’t know if there is any wisdom here.
Maybe this: If you want to go out with a big funeral, quit sandbagging, stay active, meet and mentor younger people, try to be that kind and wise old guy and not the whiny crotchety guy you’d rather be.
And since you don’t know the day you’ll die, you better start today