You are never allowed to die.

I hope afterlife is just like Dead Like Me, and I choose to believe it as fact.

And, no, my intentions/plans are not made.  You get my blog and the girls.  What else matters?

My father was in a near death accident on Thursday. No one in our family has a will or even a power of attorney.

Please please please if you have not and you read this Make a will! Even if that will simply says I leave everything to my husband/wife. Have a power of attorney in place. You never know when you will not be able to make decisions for yourself and you may need family/friends to do that for you.

My husband and I have a will.  But I have no plans for my blog and after reading Punk Mommy’s letter, it makes me want to write one of my own just in case.

By the way, according to the death clock, my date of death will be September 27, 2075. Which would make me 103.

I need to write that post for myself, too.

I can’t even think about that right now.  But mostly cuz I’ve only had 3 sips of coffee.
That one line is so true tho.

No.  I haven’t made my plans.

I have insurance.  That’s all.

My death date is August 6, 2033. That will make me, um, 66.

Creepy, because I’ve been working on that…

Tony Soprano...Such a wise man.

Finn/Megan is my power of blog.  I have to write that post though.  Just in case.

Your girlfriend (HI POPPY!) is doing my death notification on my blog...but I need to do a post.

My funeral is planned, living will & will are done - makes a difference (maybe?) when you watch your parents say “what would Kev want” after your brother was killed young.

Tug… I am?  I need admin access to it, then!!!

Remember...K is going to e-mail you if/when?  Or I could give it to you now, doesn’t matter - it’s not like I have a lot to say there.

Oh, & just so you’re prepared - my death date is 2-27-34.

Oh, for crying out loud.  I remember now.  Man, my memory sucks.  (I have instilled the utmost confidence in you, have I not?)

hee.....I’m sure receiving an e-mail from my daughter with a death post would jog the memory.

"Don’t stop! Believin’!”
Tony Soprano rocks.
I have not even thought about this stuff as it pertains to blogs. Hmm…
I got nothing, here.

I have not even thought about my blog for intentions and plans. But Meesh gets everything I have. All the junk and crap. LOL

I really should think about making more plans though.

The dead like me idea is pretty nice. I hope it’s like that, but who can say, right?

and yes, death is all about the living. so true so true.

Mine came out to 2060, which would make me something like 94 at the time of my death.  Even with a BMI of 30 (which they say is obese...whatever)

Not. Very. Likely.

Please do not upset the Poppy!

NOT ON THE CHEST!

Please?  I don’t wanna have to read things about you dying while we’re saying hi.

But, I’m totally coming with you.

And… you want to be the English guy?  You want to be the skinny runt who no one can stand?  That’s an interesting choice.

Yah, I’d like to keep all my Hi!!! options open.  Would you really like to see that tattoo on *my* chest?

I’m goin’ before ya.  Feb 14, 2017.  I only have 9 years to prepare. 

I was going to put it in my will for my sister to contact a few people & let them know I croaked, but I guess a blog post would be good to reach those people whose phone numbers or email addresses I don’t have but who might be interested.

It’s nice that Poppy completely forgot she’s responsible for someone’s death notification. I guess I won’t ask her to do mine.

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, you are so right.  i need to get my shit together.  thanks for the kick in the pants reminder, dawg.  even though all i worry about is who gets my puppies, that is still a very important something to think about.  well, that and who gets my mortgage.  and jewelry.  damn, i do have stuff to think about!

Eeek gads, man, you really went to visit the death clock? I can’t do it. I just can.not.do.it. Too superstitious or just a pansy, I don’t know which, but I just can’t bring myself to even think about it.

I did read Andrea’s blog and her final post, and you’re right, her statement about death being more about the living is very profound. Those who have passed on have found their peace. It is up to those of us left behind to obtain ours.

OK.  I finally did it.  Went to check out The Clock.

I’ve got another 50 years.  WHEW!

Uh, did you see my post today?  I wrote that last night.  Weird that we were on the same wave length but I was also thinking of Punk Rock Mommy.

I’ve told Jim & my kids a few things, but nothing is in writing. I keep changing my mind about being cremated or buried.
I did the Clock & it said I have til 2037. Even though I know it doesn’t mean anything, it made me happy because I’ve always thought I’d die at 50 from brain cancer; I’m going to be 50 this August.
So I foolishly breathed a sigh of relief.

Like what you said, everyday really is a gift & tomorrow isn’t promised to any of us ~ that’s reality.

My death clock says I died in 1974. 

Actually, it says Tuesday, July 2, 2041.  Go figure.  Don’t they always say only the good die young?

As someone who works in the Death Care industry I have to say that truly, death is all about the living. Funerals are a celebration of life for those who are left behind. I could tell you some amazing stories about the things that go on with families when someone dies.

BTW, I LOVE Dead Like Me. I have the whole series on bootleg DVD. HEH.