The people hosting their own 'living funerals'

You have the living funeral. You can even have the coffin and all of that.

Once it is over. The person has an induced complete metabolic failure. The person is quickly placed into the coffin. The procession for the burial can commence.

Give or take an hour it's pretty much the same as a real funeral.

I think my mother would have appreciated something like this when she had cancer. Sadly, she was in denial about her state of health and only admitted to herself that she was dying when she only had a week left.

But, these things don't have to be called "Living Funerals." We would have had a larger 50th anniversary party for my parents, (about a year after her diagnosis,) if we'd been a bit further out of Covid.

No, you weirdo Guardian journalists, it would not. Because I'm not dead. And when my funeral does happen, I may be the theme, but it will not really be about me. It'll be about the living getting together and comforting one another. Or about whatever they want. Because I'll be dead.

What kind of a maniacal ego maniac asks everyone close to them to all gather together and talk about how wonderful they are so they can watch?

"" Oh Emelie has having another funeral. I get to write a new speech How fun. ""

This trend of living “funerals” seems a symptom of a horribly messed up culture.

Nightmarish.

These people think they're so special for being terminally ill. Don't they know that happens to everyone? There's nothing more banal than getting cancer.