I haven’t thought about this song as much as I have about yesterday’s wedding song. Who thinks about their funeral often, other than people who may be near death.

On a side note, I didn’t know Paul Anka wrote the lyrics to “My Way” until I looked it up on wikipedia for this post.

It’s hardly original, but I think I would like to have Frank Sinatra‘s “My Way” played at my funeral. After all, as a hermit, recluse, shy guy, or whatever you choose to call me, I haven’t followed the crowd.

I’ve always been different than most of the people around me. I was not your common Fairmounter growing up. I went into Theatre, which no one around me had any interest in. I don’t work a normal job. I could go on and on.


The thing is… I couldn’t be any other way. I follow my own path, and I’d be very unhappy trying to fit in with everyone else. Actually, I have been unhappy trying to live a life that is expected of me. It has taken a long time for me to learn this, but I am finally getting the idea.

Anyway, should I go soon, I really wouldn’t want a funeral or service or anything at this point. I don’t think I’ve had enough of a life to merit it. I’d want to be cremated anyway, since I have no family of my own to visit a grave in the future. And I believe that once you’re dead, it doesn’t matter anyway. What will I care.

Of course, I realize that these things are more for the people left behind, so should these wishes not come to pass, I guess I’ll just have to live with it. HA!