A Eulogy to Me

A Tongue in Cheek Reflection

I recently read an article regarding what can be gained from writing one’s own eulogy. It was by Liyah B and it spoke to me. Was it because she’d been down the pressure-filled hell that law school is and therefore I felt a kinship with her? Maybe. Was it a pretty good idea? Fuck, yeah! And better yet, it made me think. If writing can make me think, and even better, write, that’s some damn good writing! Here’s her story because, well, I’m not a jerk and it's good:

What I Learned When I Wrote My Own Eulogy

Now to the eulogy part:

Misty Rae, July 27, 1971 — January 2, 2123

They say only the good die young (well not “they”, Billy Joel and well, she didn’t even like him), and this bitch just wouldn’t leave till she was good and ready! Peacefully at her home, in her 152nd year, Misty Rae returned to the Earth from whence she came.

A graduate of UNB and UNB Law, Misty is survived by her 3 sons, Justin, Jordan and Jeffrey, her pride and joy and the best things she ever did in life. She’s also survived by her husband Carl, who now gets the world record for…