It has crossed my mind occasionally, especially when I see regulars pondering why members havenโt posted for a while, how I would contact the group if, Dear forbid, as my old mother used to say, I expired?
Anyone else considered this and if so, what did you come up with?
I could just tell my family to pass the message on, but doing so seems a bit drastic and theatrical. (Asking them to do it I mean, not the actual information.)
Any answers? ๐ป
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When I was taken ill earlier in the year I asked a friend to contact the forum. Mind you that was AFTER I had me brief meeting with the grim reaper and told him to B-gg-r off.
Sorry, answered that while out walking with the Atlantic spray in my face. I should, of course, have said that we were delighted to see your posts resume BobD .
My husband would inform a friend we have met on the forum and meet up with regularly when at our Holiday home. We communicate daily via text so i assume she would inform the forum, best ask her about a reciprocal agreement I guess lol.
I have requested fireworks from a fishing boat offshore to celebrate, (either my life, or the family getting rid of me), so thereโs a small chance that Finvola would see them as she lives just beyond the next headland, but of course that could give rise to premature reports of my demise during Halloween or the Red Sails Festival. ๐ค
Instructions for my funeral include "music" from a Roll Royce Merlin engine (Spitfire) and a Ferrari 512 LM le Mans car so you may hear it. lol Could add a EE Lightning on re heat for good measure I suppose. Race overalls optional but anybody wearing a black tie will be thrown out.
Interesting choice Bob. Mines is the music from an F4E Corsair, including the dive whistle, a TVR V8S, and my direct cremation.....all laughs, definitely no tears..
Jealous as heck! I did once spend half an hour talking to Martin Withers about hydraulic leaks and use to race against a Vulcan captain called Les Aylott back in the 70s.
My husband flew Vulcans in the 60s before we met. Went to a great presentation by Martin a couple of years ago re the Falklands. Elf and safety be damned by the sound of it. Just make it up as you go along.
LOL - thank you for cheering me up!! (Fiery signals not your demise)
Can you imagine the number of false posts I will now make after every wedding or other celebration is blasting away behind the headlands? You'll have to come in every so often with a 'proof of life' statement.
I've thought about the subject and have created a file which we call our 'life file' - starting with online banking and going through to septic tank desludging, logins, passwords galore - all something I usually deal with. All my husband's life stuff is in there too. When I was convinced I was about to die I also including death notification forms.
I have tried to persuade my husband, who still runs a business and controls most of our financial affairs, to do something similar but he just says 'Don't worry, it's all in the files' (cupboard of) ๐ต Not sure what that emoji is supposed to signify but it expresses my feelings when I look in there....
There is a group called Final Fling which provides the facility to store all your requests from beyond the grave, or preferably the mortuary as I have heard sad tales of Mum (secretly religious or maybe just insuring against the fiery pit) specifying a church funeral in her will, only read too late.....Of course you would still have to nominate someone to have access to your account.
I tell my children that the plan is for all my worldly possessions to be sold and the money used to build the largest pyramid my money can buy to house my remains. So far I am not getting enthusiastic support for the idea.
Most of you will appreciate the political and religious implications of differing beliefs in Norn Iron. My husband, Catholic, and I, Protestant, have had some amusing experiences through our lives together.
While I was quite ill, my husband, bored with sitting beside a comatose spouse, struck up a conversation with an elderly lady in the next bed. (Sorry, Iโm elderly, she was ancient), and in doing so found that they were related.
Later, her priest came to visit, she must have told him of our connection, and, as I had deteriorated, he anointed me. I was conscious enough to realise what was happening, but the priest was so lovely that I didnโt want to embarrass him, so accepted the gesture in the spirit in which it was intended.
Some days later, when I had improved, my husbandโs priest bustled up to my bedside, apologising profusely and excusing the actions of his colleague.
โDonโt apologise Father Raymond, sure wasnโt it better that one of you was going than one of us?โ
My husband was apoplectic and my Presbyterian minister roared. ๐
Now, if a lot of our folks could shoehorn themselves out of the sixteenth century, the rest of us could celebrate and enjoy our diversity like that. ๐
I have wondered about that too - it is quite something being part of a forum with all these virtual friends who know all sorts of things about you, (and vice versa) and they disappear. First I worry that the worst has happened. Then I think 'what about us, why didn't you tell us all you're not coming back?' !
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