Hello Peeps!
No, I didn’t forget to get a spray tan, it’s me, I’m dead. Let’s not get into the details, but I’m embracing the weightlessness of afterlife. I’m not usually one for surprises but get ready for the adventure of a — well your — lifetime.
Instead of gathering you all down the road at a church, park, or something totally average and un-me, I’m inviting my besties and a few people who owe me from my living days to my destination funeral in Tulum (please use #Tulumeral).
This isn’t your Grandma’s funeral. I flew around the world, took weekends off, and maybe went into credit card debt for your birthdays, bachelorettes, weddings, second weddings, children’s birthday parties, mixers, whatever, so I’ll be cashing in this last favor. Get your Pilates bodies and designer wallets ready to fiesta in the name of your girl.
As described in my will (written via Notes App), the schedule is STACKED. Please review the itinerary below and RSVP to my mom. See you on the beach.
DAY 1: Set Your Intention (To Party)
Please coordinate to stay at the eco-lodge. It’s $400 (American) a night. A steal. While I won’t have to deal with the impending apocalypse, I took the liberty of ensuring we stay somewhere that is preserving your home, Earth. You’re welcome. A yoga class will be held on the roof while an art piece projecting collages of images of me mashed with audio from my voicemail greeting plays. If you have photos to contribute, please contact Jordan, that artsy guy I dated last summer.
DAY 2: Open Casket & Open Bar!
I’ve arranged for a little bit of the funds from my Save The Goldendoodles Foundation to cover flying our fave hair and makeup girls from Glam Squad to do my open casket makeup1 and get you ready to mourn all morning and spend the night partying on behalf of the departed! The dress code is hot widow. There will be an open bar that my cashed out 401k is covering following the ceremony. A cash bar is getting very tacky post-30. Please take note of that for your future gatherings. Remember, now I’ll always be watching you.
Lauren, you are in charge of overseeing this to ensure my makeup is smoky, sultry, don’t you wish you had made a move while I was alive, etc.
DAY 3: A Weekend to Die For
Before you head back home, swing by the lobby to nurse your hangover and grab some brunch. The menu is limbo-themed, so enjoy eggs in purgatory and our signature cocktail, the Diablo Michelada. Vegan options will not be available. There’s nothing like creating an awkward vibe in the office when you’re asked about your weekend and extra day off and explain it was for a funeral. Revel in that. Use it to elicit empathy from your office crush, make an IG post dedicated to our times together using photos where you look hotter than me. Death has changed me. I’ll allow it.
See you there or see you in hell!
— Me
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What an interesting post with wonderful photos.
Thank you.
Perpetua, what a fun post to read! Thanks!
Than you, Sylvia.
If this is where you’re going , I’m coming along !♥️
😘Poteet
Again and again. The more the merrier.
Well Aloha Perpetua – I must say this one threw me for a bit of a loop but as always I appreciate your sense of humor and your thirst for the absurd! Good for you for giving us a smile!
Mahalo, Tina. There is a sense of take two or more for me visiting the Big Island and I do tend to branch out my concept on the far side. Gosh, this place is just like home to me.
Beautiful pictures of a beautiful place.. I think I died and found myself in heaven
A place that is definitely heaven for many.
Oh, Perpetua….! I didn’t know to laugh or, well…..I busted a gut. ‘The dress code is hot widow’? ‘A weekend to die for’? Hell (get it?), this is a more exciting weekend that I have alive. I didn’t see an RSVP, but count me in.
Wear your finest, Lois. An open invitation and we’ll have a toast. To life! The heck with C19.