hellbilly

So it's that time of year again. When my immediate family is all together in one place. It's an event that only happens every 12 to 18 months. Or unless someone in the family is on deaths door. Like now.
Which I guess is why my parents who are getting along in years have decided that we need living wills. Especially since their kids could be anywhere in the country at any time.
So I'm engaged in the wonderful occupation of deciding who gets my stuff if I die. What to do with those no longer useful organs? And of course, what to do with my earthly remains. Fun thoughts.
The problem is I'm not sure if my living will can be voided by, say, illegal acts in said will. I guess the problem hinges on the fact that I've been toying with idea of a Viking funeral. It's different, it unique. It's actually the way I want to have my funeral. It's just completely illegal. As is my sister's, my father's, and my wish to have our loved ones smother us with a pillow if we become bedridden and incontinent. But you know you gotta think these things out. If you don't you'll find yourself in a lying in a box, covered in make up, surrounded by a bunch of flowers with your family and friends crying over you.
What a sort of grim journal entry. Well, back to sorting out my will.
I can't believe that. It's kind of surreal.