In January 1998 a friend of mine from high school passed away. He was a freshman in college and he had his wisdom teeth taken out. That night he died while in the shower. He had a heart problem that no one knew off and I guess the stress that his body went through from the surgery was to much.
My friend Cris and I went to his funeral. It was a very nice memorial and it didn't surprise me at all to see that the funeral service was standing room only. He was a great guy. It was very sad.
Cris and I talked on the way home and we decided that while we missed our friend we didn't want to have a funeral where people were sad and crying. We wanted it to be a party, because like it or not we were going to be in heaven so if we were happy, you might as well be too. We had some great ideas including: Having a beach ball batted around during the eulogy, a Japonese steakhouse chef tossing food into your mouth during the service, recording our own eulogies and then at random parts chastising people for crying, and hot dog/peanut/popcorn vendors.
James Henry Smith may have something that's better than a Japonese steakhouse chef though..
I'll never forget you Steve...or that glass of water at Friendly's.