So you heard that Trevor your friend from around the corner has kicked the proverbial bucket and has gone to the land beyond the skies (hopefully). You found out the date of the funeral, wore your Sunday best and turned up early to say your goodbyes…only to be visually assaulted by sights that would make your grandmother blush and the pope faint!
So what if you went to your doctor for a check up and he came back in the room looking all grave and serious and turned to you and said “Miss/Mr so and so, I’m sorry to inform you but you have only a day to live!”
So for years my family and I have a running discussion about how we all wanna do our ‘send-off’ or funerals and there is definite division in the ranks. Some like my grandmother and daughter want to be buried while my mother and I have always maintained that we don’t need the coffin and all that, we will settle for cremation as we nuh waa nuh Congo worm a dance de samba inna we flesh. The very thought of it gave my mothers the heebie jeebies!
Fears, phobia etc. we all have them. Some I understand, some seem plan ridiculous (like the people who fear clown.) seriously? I just don’t get it.