Ideal DEATH … on Show … Would your visit an event to help you and your family pre plan their funeral wishes?
Ideal DEATH … on Show … Would your visit an event to help you and your family pre plan their funeral wishes?
Are you ready for your digital afterlife?
Are you prepared for your digital afterlife? It’s a more important question than you might think. End of life planning used to be all about “things”. The most important decisions that we needed to make were how to organise our funeral, what to do with our assets and how to prevent legal issues after our passing. Today, much of our life is spent online and, as a result, some of our most important assets are digital. Our photos are digital, our social connections are maintained through Facebook and our email accounts maintain a written record of our lives “in the cloud”. So, this raises an important question: what happens to our online “self” after we die?
If this still seems like a trivial question, think about the following scenarios. What would you like to have happen to your Facebook account after you die? Would it give your family comfort to be able to see a record of your life online? Or, would this cause them emotional pain? Would you like your family to be able to access your email accounts? All of us have secrets. Would you be prepared for your family to know all of yours? If so, who should have access? What about your digital pictures? Would you like your family to have access to them?
It might surprise you to know that not all companies handle this process the same way. Facebook recently added an option for family members to request the creation of a “memorial page” from your personal Facebook page. Some email providers routinely grant access to the accounts of deceased family members, while others make the process extremely difficult. It’s best to be prepared. Even taking the simple step of preparing a list of accounts and passwords that you want your family to have can reduce a great deal of stress
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Jeremy Clarkson …………….
My mum’s final act of love was to throw all her stuff into a skip
Right in the middle of all that brouhaha abut sloping bridges and Eeny Meeny Miny Moe my mum died.
So there I was, in Russia in the middle of a Top Gear tour, trying to organise her funeral and tell the children and sort out the legal stuff, with the BBC moaning at me in one ear and a reporter twittering on in the other, and I knew that if I wept, which is what I wanted to do, because I was very close to my mother, the Daily Mirror would run pictures and claim they were tears of shame. It was a gruesome time.
And I knew that when I came home the BBC would still be bleating and the reporters would still be calling and I’d have to go to her house and start sorting through her things. And where do you start with a job like that? Where did she keep her pension details, the deeds to her house, the insurance certificates? How do you cancel a Sky subscription? Did she have any shares? Premium bonds? And how do you find out if you haven’t got a sister who’s a lawyer?
Luckily, I do have a sister who’s a lawyer, but even though she could handle the paperwork, I’d still have to go through my mum’s things, and that would be a nightmare because I’m such a sentimental old sausage I even find it difficult to throw away an empty packet of fags. I think of the fun I’ve had smoking them and the people I’ve shared them with and I want to hold on to the wrapping as a keepsake, a reminder of happy times.
So what in God’s name would it be like in my mum’s house, surrounded by everything that made it hers, except her? And there’d be all those childhood memories. At some point it would be inevitable I’d find the egg cup I’d used every morning as a child and the cereal bowl with rabbits on it. That would tear my heart out.
At one stage I received a call from a middle-ranking BBC wallah saying they’d had a letter from some MPs, asking if I was going to be sacked and I really wasn’t paying much attention because I was wondering what on earth I’d do with the mildly fire-damaged Dralon chair that my dad had bought for £4 in 1972.
Even by the standards of the time it was a truly hideous piece of furniture and the years had not been kind to it. Any normal person would give it to charity or use it as firewood. But it was the chair my dad used to sit in. It had a cigarette burn in the arm from the time when he’d nodded off while smoking I couldn’t possibly give it away or burn it. And I sure as hell didn’t want it in my house. So what would I do?
There is no single thing in the house of anyone’s mother that isn’t infused with a gut-wrenching air of sentimentality. It’s not just her jewellery or her clothes. It’s the little things as well. Her kitchen scissors, her bathroom scales, her flannel. Every single thing in each and every drawer is as impossible to discard as a first teddy bear.
I would need a very big lorry to handle all the stuff I’d need to bring home. I’d also need at least two months to go through it all. And I’d need about 4,000 boxes of Kleenex.
However, here’s the thing. My mum did not die unexpectedly. She’d known for some time that the cancer was winning and had therefore had time to put her affairs in order. A job she had undertaken with some gusto.
I’d always assume that “putting your affairs in order” meant writing a will and remembering to reclaim your lawnmower from the chap at No. 42. But in the weeks since my mum’s death I’ve learnt that actually there’s a lot more to it than that.
First of all, she had left many helpful instructions about what sort of funeral she wanted. No friends. No flowers and no mention of God or the baby Jesus. My sister and I didn’t even have to guess what music she would have liked because she’d told us: Thank you for the Music by Abba.
All the financial stuff was in a neat box with everything clearly labelled. And she hadn’t stopped there. Before she became too weak, she’d had a massive clear-out. Pretty much everything she owned had been thrown into a skip. “It’ll save you the bother when I’m dead” she had said.
But by far and away the best thing she did in those last few months was to sort out a lifetime of photographs, putting the ones that mattered into albums and crucially, writing captions. So now I know that the time faded sepia image of stern looking woman in a nasty hat is my great aunt and that the blurred picture of what might be a corgi was my granddad’s dog.
Ordinarily I’d have thrown away the endless pictures of what appear to be a building site, but thanks to my mum’s diligence I now know it was the house in which I was born and how it had looked when she and my dad bought it in 1957.
I don’t know how long she had worked on her downsizing and the clear-out and the organisation of her things but it’s something we should all try to do when we know the Grim Reaper is heading our way. Because not only does it spare our loved ones from the hassle of going through every single thing we’ve ever owned but also it spares them from the grief of deciding that the horse brasses and the Lladro figurines really do have to go to the tip.
The only trouble is that there’s one thing my mum did not sort out. Back in 1971 she made by sister and me two Paddington Bears. They were the start of what became a very successful business and they were very precious but over the years one was lost.
I maintain the sole survivor is mine. My sister insists it’s hers and she’s the lawyer… so I have the cereal bowl with the rabbits on it, and the Dralon chair.
Re printed from the Sunday Times Published: 8 June 2014
Are you eligible to make a claim towards the cost of the Funeral?
If you are on a low income and you feel you may be eligible for help with paying for the Funeral you could get a Funeral Payment Benefit from the Government. The payment is to help pay for the funeral and is recoverable from the deceased’s estate if they have left one. This includes insurance plans or the sale of any assets.
To claim the Funeral Payment you must be the one responsible for the Funeral
You must apply to the Government within three months of the funeral. How much you get depends on any monies available from Insurance plans and the deceased’s estate.
You must be one of the following:
You, or your partner must get one of the following:
For more information go to the following link: https://www.gov.uk/funeral-payments/overview.html
The nature of the funeral industry is that it is always about someone else’s funeral? What would you opt for?
The options with Respect are plenty.
From transport options: Horse & Cart, Tractor, plain car, white van?
Music – Your favourite songs for your final farewell
Coffins: – Colourful coffins depicting your hobby or favourite car or a plain cardboard coffin with pictures of your loved ones on or drawings made by your grand children.
If you want it we will do our utmost to make it happen!!
Words of comfort – A Collection of Poetry and Prose suitable for Funerals and similar events
Author – The Late Jenny Walton
FOR ALLTHE TIMES YOU GENTLY PICKED ME UP
When I fell down,
For all the times you tied my shoes
And tucked me into bed,
Or needed something
But put me first instead.
For everything we shared,
The dreams, the laughter,
And the tears,
I love you with a Special Love
That deepens every year.
Thank You Mum
GOD LOOKEDAROUND HIS GARDEN
And found an empty place;
He then looked down upon the earth
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful:
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain;
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb;
So he closed your weary eyelids
And whispered, ‘Peace be Thine’.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you didn’t go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
There are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, and people we can’t live without but have to let go.
‘Say not in grief ‘he is no more’, but live in thankfulness that he was’
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
(On an Irish tombstone)
Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
These are all available direct from Lindsey Lodge Hospice and all proceeds are to Lindsey Lodge Hospice.
When contacting ask for Words Of Comfort… Words of Farewell
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This Funeral Wishes form can help you to record and file your wishes.
Complete the form with all the things you would require for your final send-off , type of coffin, music etc., and leave it either with your Will or with your next of kin in a safe place so that your final wishes can be adhered to at the time of need. It saves a lot of worry for your loved ones knowing that they have fulfilled your lasting wishes.
May I take this opportunity to thank you and Alison for everything you have done to help us through this difficult time. We have found the perfect place for *******- everything he loved in close proximity. I have been up to Laughton several times since Friday and each time I find it comforting. I can sit on his bench and chat to him in peace and quiet.BP, Burton on Stather
Thank you for the photo’s, they are just what I needed, thank you once again for being so kind and thoughtful, it help a lot on such a sad occasionK&H, W of Doncaster
Thank you for the photos of Geoff’s bird box & bench, it looks really peaceful. Thanks and regards F CF C, Knottingley