As I get older and attend more funerals, I often think about what people would say, do, or think of me when I die. While I hope those who I’ve met in life remember me in a positive light, I don’t blame them if they don’t. Since no one knows me better than me, I figured I’d write my own (possible) obituary.

Fake Maybe Real Obituary

Jeffrey L. Chandler was a man who sincerely loved his family and did anything he could to help them. He had a big heart and cared for those that were close to him. He would often donate money or pay for food and gas for a relative even if it didn’t make sense financially. If you asked him a question, he gave you an honest answer.

To some, he’s most remembered for telling it like he saw it. Sometimes, he could be an asshole, but even if the words hurt, you knew that’s how he felt. Jeff often told people that he got in more trouble telling the truth rather than make stuff up. This bothered him a lot since he was told as a young boy to tell the truth instead of telling a lie. He found out that in reality, telling a lie is sometimes better than being honest.

He wasn’t much into beer for a long time, but discovered Fatheads Bumbleberry and became a fan of several different beers. He loved the outdoors and preferred to work from an Adirondack chair while occasionally catching a glimpse at a hummingbird.

He loved his wife dearly as she was likely the only female on earth to put up with him. He didn’t say it enough, but he loved her. Jeff often worked late hours into the night as his wife slept alone. He didn’t do it on purpose, it’s just that he was most productive at night. Although he tried to establish a work day as a normal person, it simply didn’t work.

That’s It

This is a small sample of how I’d remember me if I died. I honestly don’t know how people would react or mourn if I died, but it’s something I’ve asked myself, who doesn’t? After all, when I’m dead, I’ll have no idea what happens.