Good heavens, found my “eulogy brochure” from a college creative writing class. The Professor said we could even do interpretive dance, as our final project.
I laughed out loud. And I couldn’t stop in a socially acceptable amount of time.
Instead, I came armed with a booklet to be passed out at my funeral. Lol They were just beginning to call them memorials. I was 30 at the time. The following, is an excerpt~
✔️ Circa 1990ish