I guess I must have a bit of a morbid mind. I feel like I think about death more than most people. I have been reading Option B by Sheryl Sandberg of Facebook and Adam Grant. In it Sheryl talks about losing her husband and the process she goes through in “facing adversity, building resilience and finding joy” again. At one point she tells the story of a friend, a comedy writer, who opened the eulogy at her mum’s funeral with this phrase: “I have in this envelope the name of mom’s favourite child”. It shouldn’t be funny but it is! I don’t look forward to going through losing anyone close to me, but maybe it will help to have a few of these ideas in the back of my head when I do.
Could you be Funny at a Funeral?
