Nothing bad about me surely?

Today Chris and I were discussing a memorial service we'd both recently attended. We agreed that the person who had died must have been a saint as absolutely nothing in the slightest bit bad was said. I said I was going to stipulate that at my funeral I wanted people to be honest and talk truthfully about me.

Chris said, 'I don't think you need worry: they'll have plenty of bad things about you to choose from.'

(Actually he said 'about both of us' but that doesn't work as well when I'm telling the story.)

He continued, 'Like being blinkered and resistant to change.'

'Just because I prefer Norton to AVG anti-virus does not make me blinkered!'

(We'd been having a slight disagreement about computer software.)

So we've agreed that whoever outlives the other will stand up at the funeral and tell it like it is. Now there's an incentive to try to live a long time.