the point of this post isn't to talk about death, per say, or the popularity of this specific funeral parlor...it's to talk about life and joy.
one thing i've notice about the people who attend services here is that they are rarely sad. hundreds of people stand around the streets wearing their spray painted shirts "in memory of...", and they laugh and chat and almost celebrate the circumstance of coming together.
i don't believe ALL of these people have reason to celebrate, but it makes me think about when i die. i hope there is a similar atmosphere in the people who choose to gather. a joy or celebration in the life that i lived. i hope they think of the fullness god gave me and can speak of the endurance i had in "the race".
"6 My life is being given as an offering for God. The time has come for me to leave this life here. 7 I have fought the good fight. I have finished the race. I have served the Lord faithfully. 8 Now, a prize is waiting for me—the crown that will show I am right with God. The Lord, the judge who judges rightly, will give it to me on that Day. Yes, he will give it to me and to everyone else who is eagerly looking forward to his coming." 2 Timothy 4:6-8