I just got home from seeing American Sniper. So many feelings. Can’t not contemplate life, and death, vulnerability, fate.

Even thinking “I Want a Fun Funeral” seems impossibly wrong. There’s nothing amiss with my mission of better funerals, more honest and easy discussion, and treating death as the inherent part of life that it is.

Yet sometimes, the words fun and funeral just don’t make sense. And that’s okay, but I just want to admit that.