I’ve been thinking about the impermanence of life lately (not in a morbid or suicidal way, just in a that’s-how-it-is kind of way). And it strikes me that eulogies can be pretty important. I think this is the best one ever: John Cleese’s eulogy of his Monty Python cohort Graham Chapman, in 1989:
For the record, when I eventually die, I want my eulogy to be at least this good. If no one’s laughing at my memorial service, something’s REALLY wrong, and I’d be pissed off.