Last Will and Testament
In the world of social media, I was reading about sudden deaths.
People just fall to the ground while
exercising… and die instantly.
It made me think.
Is it a side effect of COVID?
Or what really is it?
I was shocked to hear about her death too.
She was my age.
Best hospital. Best treatment.
Still… she went.
We always hear about heart failure.
But is it becoming more common now?
These thoughts kept flooding my mind, and
slowly I fell into deep reflection.
And then it came to me—
Yes… it’s time to write a will.
A will—not for money.
A will for what I want when I go.
I don’t want my children deciding things for
me.
This is my life.
I own it.
And I want everything done my way.
So I opened my laptop and wrote:
LAST WILL
AND TESTAMENT OF BINDU JOHNY
I, Bindu Johny, being of sound mind, not
acting under duress or undue influence, fully understand how I wish things to
be after my death.
1. No
Family Gathering
I enjoy silence.
I would like to go peacefully.
There is no need for large gatherings. Only
close family and friends may come and comfort one another.
And please—eat what you like.
You don’t have to change your food habits because of me. Let it be a normal
day.
I am going on a long holiday.
Once I reach there, I may forget all of you anyway.
So please don’t spend too much time feeling
sad or remembering me.
Who knows… too many thoughts about me might
even disturb my journey! 😊
Let me enjoy my new place and adapt to
whatever life God has planned for me next.
2. Funeral
Arrangements
Please book the earliest available date.
I hate waiting—and I definitely don’t want my
body waiting in a freezer. Honestly, who likes staying in a freezer?
No need for new clothes.
I came into this world without clothes, and I
am fine leaving the same way.
Just cover my body with a simple white sheet.
(A little makeup is allowed—I don’t want to
scare people with my face!)
Do not bring my body home.
Do not perform any pooja or rituals.
Once I die, I do not belong to any religion.
3. Flowers
and Final Wishes
Do not place flowers on me.
I love flowers—but only when they are alive on
plants.
If you want to bring flowers, bring them in
pots and give them to the people who attend.
That would make me smile.
Once a flower is cut from a branch, its life
is already over.
Why would I want dead flowers on my dead body?
There is a small red box in the loft.
Inside are letters my husband wrote to me.
Those letters carry my journey—my youth, my
move to London, my hopes, and the life we built together.
Please place those letters in my coffin.
I always joked about it.
Now I mean it.
At the funeral, play only the sound of “Om.”
Not as a religious act—
but as a universal sound of peace, beyond all religions.
No talks.
No presentations.
No long stories.
Let me leave quietly.
4. After
I’m Gone
No celebrations after my death.
I prefer everything to go back to normal—as it
was.
Take my ashes and place them in the ground in
a park.
Plant a tree there, in my name.
Let the tree grow.
Let it give shade.
Let people stand beneath it and breathe a
little easier.
Let something continue… even after me.
I finished writing and felt… peaceful.
As if everything was settled.
And then—
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
The alarm broke the silence.
I opened my eyes.
Oh…
It was a dream.
I looked at the clock.
4:50 a.m.
I smiled.
"Thank you, God. Another day has
started."
I got up, stretched, and began my day.
Because death can wait.
There is still work to do.
People to annoy.
Flowers to admire.
Stories to write.
And a life… still waiting to be lived.
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