Now, let’s hope God forbid this would ever happen to me but – if my life is boring, I want a Viking funeral.
I know it sounds like a lifetime of savings, but isn’t it worth it when you’re dead?
They say you can’t take your money to the grave, or if you’re cremated, that just means everything will be burned.
I used to think mummification was cool. I still think it’s cool. But why would I still want to crowd the earth with my rotten body and jars of my insides?
So cremation it is.
Which then leads to why I find Viking funeral so fancy.
First of all, it is fancy.
You need a boat, a skilled archer, bow and arrows on fire, and the sea.
You also need to book public property, and that’s expensive. Don’t even get me started on the law expenses.
Everything about this funeral is pricey.
But wouldn’t it be nice to be remembered?
If not remembered alive, at the very least remembered dead.
With a funeral that might only be granted to gods.
Well, my inspiration was the funeral in Thor: the Dark World, and that was one beautiful Viking funeral.
If I live a life with much regret, a life in which my dreams aren’t met and I have much to do that are left undone, then why don’t I just go big on my death?
To have the one thing I want reassured. To have a dream fulfilled, in the last seconds of life, knowing that, “Oh, at least that funeral is happening.”
To not be scared when death is knocking at your door because you know that something cool will take place along with your death.
Isn’t it nice?
Oh, and don’t get me wrong. I love my life.
This is just my plan B.