Surroundings of death.

Last month seems to have brought more messages of deaths than any other time I can remember.
Although those that have gone to a better place have not been family members or close friends the deaths have been close enough to affect me with a strange sort of depression.
I have always believed that life is a celebration and therefore the passing of a life should also be a celebration for the soul that is now freed. Yes, admittedly there are always and should be tears of grief and sadness with any passing, human or otherwise, but is this grief and sorrow not more for those that remain behind than those that have passed.
When a loved one leaves us for a better place we know that we will miss them and we are allowed to take the journey of disbelief, grief, anger and all those other emotional feelings that seem to clog up our systems and stop us from moving forward.
This is however a part of being human so should be considered as acceptable to a point. Perhaps, in a cold blooded sort of way, I do not understand others feelings about death, what I do know is that when the bus runs me over then I hope that no one will be playing sad and mournful music to celebrate my beingness.
No matter what sort of life we have led there has always been happiness in some form or other to dull the blade of hopelessness. Physical life is a pleasure in so many ways and to learn to enjoy each lesson and hurdle can only enlighten us to greater heights.
When I am gone I do not want my family to ever think of me as poor ........., rather let them continue to laugh with and at me, sing "All things bright and beautiful" and may no loved one or friend of mine ever have to carry my coffin enclosed dead body.
Life is always good whether spent here on Earth or in some other place in the Universe.