I woke up around 1 a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep. My brain was just fizzing with a jumble of abstract, totally meaningless rubbish.
As I lay there in the dark I began to think about funerals of all things. Earlier in the day I had read an article in the Saturday newspaper supplement where the writer described the funeral held for their father who had recently died from COVID 19. I was thinking about what I had read and, from there, my brain moved on to all the funerals I had attended over the past 14 years, starting with that of my own father. All of them were different in some ways (mostly humanist and some church services) but essentially still the same, if that makes sense?
That led me to consider what sort of funeral I would like. After musing on things such as readings and music it struck me that it was all a waste of time. I certainly wouldn't be able to appreciate it and, if it happens to take place in the near future, P is likely to be the only person there.
With that happy thought I eventually drifted off to sleep.