Pssst...here's the scariest thought of the day. No one knows what to do with you if you die. I'm not trying to be morbid or foreboding...but... practical. Everyone knows the scene from The Big Chill...the suburban, mother-of-two, rises to the organ to play the deceased’s favorite song as the congregation exits for the graveside. And The Rolling Stones - "You Can't Always Get What You Want" is forever linked with funerals.

At any age, I think you should choose what happens at your last splash. I've got the script, the songs and the directions so there's no screw ups. And no changing the script when I'm gone...either. Plan your own damn funeral; this one's spoken for. And yes, there's a reason why I'm saying all this.

A young friend of mine; admitted into the hospital this morning...stroke. I believe she'll be fine. Really...fine. But, I know she's not thought about what she's wearing in the coffin. Coffin? Cremation? See...you gotta make these choices, else your sitting in a box for the rest of your body’s life.

We live our lives pretty full and people always want more time...but, truthfully? If I'm ever gone? I want people to come together, toast, talk well of me and laugh deep into the night. Cause...at my farewell party...that's how it's got to be.