The Big Chill’s soundtrack was on my Sony Walkman 24/7 when I was in 8th grade. I had seen the movie but naturally it went right over my head, I was 12 after all. Last week, I bought it on Apple TV and rewatched it. The songs washed over me again and I morphed into a 12-year old again whilst watching the movie as a 50-year old. The irony does not elude me as I often feel like a hybrid of both.
One of my close friends lost one of her people in a freak accident the other month. As a result, I have thought about death and how fragile things are more than usual. Her friend choked to death. Here one day, gone the next. She was in her prime. I just cannot make sense of that.
I am morbid. Partially by default from having an illness that may check me out earlier than I want and partially from massive anxiety. I have a playlist on Spotify for my funeral. I have musical guest requests. I have strong opinions on the agenda. I have notes and lots of ideas. One possible agenda item for my check out is that everyone has to write down the sickest/funniest/oddest thing I have said to them so it can be made into a coffee book for my kids. Still finessing that concept.
On a serious note, your funeral is the rolling credits of your life. An exit interview of sorts. I hope that mine will be spectacular. Adulting is hard, a constant battle of living one’s life to the limit whilst still being a good human/parent/partner/friend/employer etc. I strive and hope to get most of those parts right.
In conclusion, the scene with Kevin Kline in short running shorts gives me pause. Not for some deep “aha-moment” reason but because he seems to be missing a package. Have fun chasing that down. And in conclusion, what is on your funeral playlist?
Enquiring minds want to know… is it “Highway to Hell” or “Stairway to Heaven” that made the playlist?
We'll have you clutching a Berkin in the viewing ;-)