For me, I never thought I’d see my 20s. Because growing up, I was a very unhealthy overweight kid and teenager growing up. I had heard of people not making it to their young adult lives because of being plagued by numerous health issues, being overweight one of them.
I’m 73 and have actually done some death planning! I’m donating my hideous corpse to the local medical school. I had to fill in a load of forms and persuade my best pal to be the contact. When I pop my clogs they’ll whisk me away - unless I’m too mangled or die of something contagious - and keep me for a few years of anatomy lessons. Once they’re done with me I’ll be cremated, and they’ll put a plaque with my name on in their garden of remembrance.
Mum died at 90, which suddenly seems close. My big brother has dementia, my little sister is speed-running cancer. It’s all focused my mind.
Edit to add I didn’t expect to make it past 40. Sex and drugs and rock and roll…
Sounds like a plan! We’ve engaged in some Swedish death cleaning (döstädning) to reduce the amount of clutter for the child to sort out when we go. Originally, we wanted to be planted in a pod under a tree, but such cemeteries are quite rare in the UK so it looks like it’ll be a standard cremation. Talking of which, we’ve also picked our death songs for the service.