“if you go before me…”

Like most men, I do my best thinking on the toilet. Freed from the usual hassles intrinsic to the kind of life I lead–screaming kids, screaming adults, people calling for money–I find any toilet in which I feel comfortable and clean enough to be the safest place on the planet.

I spoke to an old friend today, one whose legal saga reached one of a few conclusions this morning. Somehow (although it’s hardly surprising given my mindset as of late) the topic of funerals popped up, and I mentioned I wanted to speak at his should he go before me. The idea of reading the eulogy of a famous writer in it’s entirety before closing with “and [my friend] was pretty fuckin’ cool, too” got a hearty laugh from both of us.