Laughing
Categories: Featured, Personal Life
Written By: James
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Many of the recent posts on this site have focused on the struggle and difficulties we have faced in light of Anja’s diagnosis of cancer. And as much as we certainly do have enormous difficulty coping with all of this every single day, we also make sure we have time to smile, laugh and even joke around about it all. The only crazy thing with all of this though, is that even though WE can laugh, when we mention this attitude to other people they look at us as if we have truly lost the plot.
The thing is, even before all this came upon us, we both knew exactly how we felt about death and all it entails. The whole ‘funeral thing’ has been an issue with which we see absolutely no point. Consequently, there has been a very strong element of truth in our jokes when we say to each other ‘When I die, just throw me in the wheelie bin – and remember to close the lid.’ I mean, isn’t the way in which we all choose to be ‘disposed’, totally up to each individual? Sure, we need a clean, sanitary method and we are not against other people doing whatever they want in terms of burials and cremations. So yes, we do respect other people’s ideas and beliefs. But for us, the cheapest and quickest method, with the least pain for the person left behind, has always been our perspective.
So we have already arranged for the manner in which Anja’s body will be ‘disposed’, once she leaves this world in mind and soul and nothing but her body remains. A simple ‘cheap’ cremation for those you who really want to know, with no trimmings, no extras and no fuss. This may sound callous of me, but believe me when I tell you, this is what we have both agreed on long ago and is not the result of either of us being cheapskates.
So what do we laugh at? Well, death itself in many different ways, but more than that, the unknown elements that death brings to us all. As already mentioned, we are not spiritual or religious people and we have no idea what lies before us. Perhaps your beliefs allow for a sense of security or comfort in what death brings, but that is not the case for us. So, we make jokes about the funeral ‘farce’, the expectations of society at such a ’serious and revered’ time, and we even joke about what happens to your body as it decomposes and rots away. Sounds morbid I guess, but when you are at this point in your life, you see life differently.
For instance, recently we had a discussion about what Anja would like to be wearing when she was cremated and being the person she is, I knew the answer would not be the norm. In fact, I was already thinking along the same lines when she said she started to tell me that she would like to be cremated in the costume she bought a little while back. You see, Anja went to this fancy dress party dressed up as The Corpse Bride, complete with the black and white roses, the white face, and looking pretty much like the female persona of death itself. However, what makes this even more bizarre [and really makes Anja laugh openly about it] is the fact that even though you know me as James [as does everyone in real life too], my birth name is Tim – surname Burton. Yep that’s right - Anja wants to do it all properly and be cremated as Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride. Considering we have only been married for approximately 18 months, she says this is the obvious choice. And who am I to argue? Our humour has always been somewhat ‘black’, so why change it now.
And Anja makes jokes about her ashes. Her favourite hobby of late has been to ask everybody to have a barbeque in her honour when she is gone. That’s right – a proper barbeque with meat and salads and so on – and she whispers out aloud to everyone within earshot, ‘just make sure you all throw a few of my ashes around the place too, so you can feel me with you…’
Putting all of this into written words gives the whole laughter thing we experience, a different taint, but you know, with death actually staring us in the face and with both of us absolutely out of our minds with the stress, anxiety and uncertainty that awaits us in the very near future, well then, laughter, humour [even if bizarre and surreal tothe extreme] is really not as strange it may at first appear.










July 24th, 2008 at 8:38 pm
I don’t think you’re strange (but then I can be perceived as a little strange by others).
Laughter is the best medicine, and I’d hope I’d be able to take plenty of it in similar circumstances. I know exactly what you mean about funerals, I hope mine isn’t a somber depressing affair, I’d hate that. Nothing wrong with displaying emotion (it’s healthy!) but a room full of long faces isn’t my idea of a great funeral. I’d rather my actual funeral was a simple affair with a great big party afterwards. Funerals should be a celebration of life as well as marking the passing of a loved one I feel.
Good to see you’ve both somehow managed to retain your sense of humour, I’m sure it’ll serve you well.
July 24th, 2008 at 11:06 pm
Seems lan appropriate way to handle things to me, James. My own plans are similar. Mark knows to have a no-frills cremation and urn, and no service after. However, he knows i’m to be taken on occasional outings, rides, to dinner, movies, family events, like that, so he’ll have to get a nice manbag to hold my remains. There’s no reason i should have to be bored in the afterlife.
Love to you both.
July 25th, 2008 at 7:06 am
It’s nice to see you both still have the courage to laugh and joke… you even made me smile too
It is indeed all up to yourselves how you plan on being ‘disposed’ off… you have to do what you want and not do something to please the audience…
Hugs
Thaleia
July 25th, 2008 at 3:39 pm
And then there are days like today where I feel nothing but despair and I give up from trying to hold back the tears.
I doubt I could smile today for anyone…
July 26th, 2008 at 1:05 am
Sorry you’re having a rough day James. I expect you’re having a lot of those lately. I have no words of wisdom, wish I did but there’s hardly anything I could say to make either of you feel better.
Hardly surprising you’re finding it impossible to smile, and you shouldn’t be trying to hold back the tears anyway. Let them flow…it’s natures way of providing a release, even if it only takes the pressure off for a few minutes or hours. But then I’m sure you already know that.
Thinking of you both…
October 16th, 2009 at 11:43 am
Praise you for your advice…