…if you die first.

That’s a bit of a odd ‘weird thought’ so I apologise to the gentle-minded in advance. I don’t mean to offend.  I was at a Governors’ Newsletter Meeting today at my sons’ school and that is the weird thought I had (so not in the usual place) during the meeting.

We were talking about death and the dead bodies we’d come across. This led us to imagining our own deaths and remembering the deaths of others. Then it suddenly occurred to me that I’d like to go to my husband’s funeral. Yet I only have a 50% chance of getting to go. How cruel is that? I’d like to be able to say goodbye when the time comes. I’m sure he feels the same way about me. He also only has a 50% chance of getting to go. We can’t both go. One of us has to die first.

I want to be there.

I want to be there.

It just seems so unfair.

There isn’t much I can do about this problem, except try to die second. Not that I want him to miss out either though. We’ll have to have a 10p bet on this I think. I’m quite competitive, I hope I win!