Happy Hallowe’en, dear reader! Have you got enough Haribo in for the trick or treaters?
Flying in the face of my Catholic upbringing (just for a change), it turns out that I quite like Hallowe’en. It was inevitable, if I’m honest: the combination of dressing up, sweets and silliness is a drama graduate’s DREAM. I also quite like introspection and morbid scheming, so I have decided to use today’s post as an opportunity to do “the death tag”, which my dear friend Ash alerted me to (and covered in this vlog).
1) How do you want to die?
I suppose most people want to die in their sleep, surrounded by loved ones, when they’re old and ready for death etc. I would like that, but if I’m completely honest I would prefer a more dramatic departure, like the end of Thelma and Louise or Moulin Rouge. (It’s the drama graduate thing again.) What I would like more than anything is to die in a really stupid and/or amusing way, so that my demise would make a good story. E.g. I want my last words to be “Oh look, a tiger. Here, kitty kitty!”
2) What will happen to your WordPress?
It will serve as a reference point for my friends when they argue about what I would have said/wanted in a certain situation. For example: “Vicki would NEVER wear pink shoes.” “Uh, I refer you to blog #347, where she states in paragraph 12 that she would absolutely love some cerise flip flops. BOOM.” (FYI I would absolutely love a pair of cerise flip flops, so that solves that one.)
3) Who will you leave your money to?
If I may answer your question with a question: what the hell is ‘money’?!
Seriously though, if this question is about what you want to happen to your most valuable assets, then the items in question will be my books. Their combined value is probably hovering somewhere near the 37p mark, but they are my favourite possessions. They will go to my lovely friend Louise, who is the only person I’ve ever met who is as obsessive about books as I am. If Louise pre-deceases me (horrendous thought), then I give my brother permission to turn my books into a fort.
4) What will happen to your body?
This Friends clip sums up EXACTLY how I feel about this question.
5) What do you want your funeral to be like?
A day at the seaside. Probably Brighton. Rounders on the beach and arcade games on the pier will be compulsory.
6) What will you miss the most that will exist after your death?
Well, I hate to be pernickety, but being dead will sort of preclude me from missing anything at all, won’t it? But ok, I get the point of the question. I think that teleporting will probably be a thing one day (my ignorance of the science behind it notwithstanding), and I would hate to miss out on that. Can you imagine? “Tuscany’s supposed to be lovely at this time of year.” “Oh, really? Shall we go?” “Why not? Let me just grab my sunglasses.” ZAP. Fantastic.
7) How will you want to be remembered?
This is the big one, isn’t it? How we are remembered seems much more important than where, when or how gently we go into that good night, I suppose because it’s the factor that we can most easily affect while we’re alive.
I want what we all want: to be thought of with love by people who knew us and respect by people who didn’t. I want my loved ones to grieve but eventually move on, and I want an obituary that makes me sound like a saint. I also (slightly less realistically) want the world to say that my death heralds a great loss for the theatrical world. I want my tombstone to say something heartfelt and meaningful, like a quotation from The IT Crowd.
Most of all I want people to tell anecdotes about the dumbass things I did while I was alive, because Lord knows there are plenty of those. I want my friends to say things like “oh God, do you remember when Vicki locked herself in the porch?” and laugh about it. I might not leave much money or fame behind, but I can at least leave a mildly ludicrous legacy.
Have a suitably spooky Friday!