CLING TO NOTHING...SOAR

Today is the memorial service for my friend. I go with a peaceful heart...and an idea for my going-away party. And it is not morbid to have a plan, so here's mine:

1. Wrap me in a white cotton sheet and place me beneath a tree...a weeping willow would be ideal but not mandatory...for all the elements and animals to enjoy as my body returns to the earth and my Soul soars beyond.
2. When first you hear that I've left the room, say my "Thank you" for me. 
3. My friends, or those inclined to think of themselves as my friends, may...but it's not mandatory either...bow their heads and thank God for me being just exactly as I was in their lives...warts and all.
4. Somebody, somewhere think of me whenever you hear "In My Life," by the Beatles, "Bad Moon Rising," by CCR, and "Battle Hymn of the Republic" by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
5. Anyone who wants can lift a glass of root beer in my memory...Dad's Old Fashioned Root Beer would be nice but, again, not mandatory.
6. Release me, let me go.

Anything more than that is on you...and fine by  me. I'll be in no position to quibble.

Thank you.