As I said on my Patreon Page to another of our wonderful members:My head is only sreaming: Let me out, I haven't done anything "bad" (yet).
Something I almost sure that the mental health of the person is the least that intrest her....
Also, and of course, my deepest sympathy to your loss. I hope the good memory of your friend can fill a little of the gap he had leaved. I myself haven't (yet) expierenced something similary other than the loss of my grandparents, but I think this is different.
A loss is one of the most private expierenced I my view.
When I pass away I surly wouldn't want all my acquaintance mour over me at the funeral. I would like to have them telling stories about me and my good points as well as all my bad points also. And they shall laught over myself and I would be very happy wherever I am then.
And best wishes to your wife. Hopeful the hell will end soon and you two have more time for yourself.
"I know for my own, whenever that time shall come, that I've asked the wife and family to be sure to play Terry Jack's "Seasons in the Sun" (
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In my case, I don't want a service... throw my body in a ditch or turn it to ash, don't have a lot of friends outside of the Internet, so no point in having a service... maybe a small gathering, but don't want some stuffy priest who doesn't know who the hell I was, to spout a bunch of crap about me like they knew me and believing I was a good guy or something. Nope, just have a party with lots of drinks and sex, smile, have fun and remember my stories... that is how I want to be remembered."
For as long as I can remember, I always wanted to be a writer... weaving complex stories to entertain people... but, perhaps, somewhere deep inside, even though at a very early age, I had somehow glimpsed my own mortality and discovered a way for me to "live on" through printed word...
I know, when my time does come, my words will forever grace people's thoughts and memories, that someone new might pick up a comic book, novel or one of our games and my words, once more, will echo in someone else's thoughts and head... in a way, immortal...