I went to Ron Heller’s funeral this morning. I’m like most people; I don’t much like funerals. Most of them are too sad.
Ron is one of the best men I have ever been around. Every time I was with him, he was funny and charming and inquisitive. He was a fine friend and, during his funeral, I kept wishing I had known him better.
I’m amazed by people who get to the end of their lives and have so many friends and so many people who care about them. I think it’s an amazing accomplishment.
I’m not exactly planning my funeral, but when it does come I want it to be a celebration. I want Eagles music and laughter and lots of food. I want anybody who feels the need to get up and speak about what a wonderful, great and smart person I was. That should cover 5-10 minutes.
I want my funeral to be fun, and not just for the people who are glad I’m gone. So, in 30 or 40 years, when I’m gone, get the party started.