I did start thinking about death. Well, since Mama died, I've been pretty obsessed with dying. I told my blogger friend Kaith that I'm prepared to die--I've accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, told Vince I love him forever and always, I've bought long-term life insurance, all my debts are paid, and all my undies are washed. Yes, I have a fear of leaving my underwear unwashed. This is my mother's fault--she told me a lady should never let herself get caught with dirty undies. True to what she said, before Mama died, she washed all her undies!
When I die, I want to be in a simple wooden coffin and I'll wear a chic skirt suit--preferably Chanel, in cream or pale pink. And pearls. I want all my mourners to wear black, with big black sunglasses, carrying black umbrellas. Very somber and very stylish! At Mama's funeral, we all wore white (see below)--it's not very fash-yon. I want to be buried but Vince says he prefers cremation so I guess that's his decision to make.
That's me, my sister Jacqui, my cousin Iza and my sister-in-law
Rose hamming it up for the cameras
Since I don't have a Chanel suit yet, I'm not ready to die yet! Besides, I still have a lot of things to do:
- publish a book or two
- host my own TV show
- see Paris, the Scottish Highlands, New York and Tokyo
- design shoes
- meet Stephen King
- see all of Jan Vermeer's paintings
- grow old with Vince