Funeral Gathering by Terveen Gil

Rasiya was a short man with tall ambitions. Many would suppose that his life plans were his first and foremost concern. But that wasn’t the case. He was most concerned for the after.

The after? Now what could that be?

It was his death and the subsequent funeral. The man was obsessed with how many would come to pay their last respects. And it was from the age of forty that Rasiya began preparing for his funeral gathering.

And the best way, he determined, was to show up at each and every funeral. He would arrive whether invited or not and splurge sympathy like a burst pipe. He would hold hands and dry tears, even whisper false promises that he was sure no one would remember.

And before leaving, he would distribute printed cards bearing his name, address, and number. The title was rather catchy – Visit Me When I’m Dead.

People would react in different ways. Some would laugh, some thought the man was crazy, but many kept the cards in their pockets, a juicy story to share with others when there was time to spare.

Years passed and Rasiya continued with his ridiculous antics. He even began spreading the word to nearby towns and villages. And each funeral he attended gave him hope of a grand celebration that would bid him farewell, a transition from this world to the next.

Rasiya became the talk of many towns, and some came to see the man who was marketing his own death. They shook hands with him and promised their attendance. Rasiya beamed with pride, his excitement gleaming through his brown eyes.

Maintaining a yearly tradition, the man left for his annual pilgrimage in September. It was a solo affair that brought him joy, peace, and contentment. He prayed for himself and a large gathering at his death. While riding down the mountain on a donkey’s back, a large boulder rolled out of nowhere. Down went the donkey and Rasiya together. It was impossible to find them.

The funeral was grand and expensive. People from near and far attended. Rasiya was the only one missing.

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  1. Terveen, I feel like you have such a gift for creating memorable, effective characters in a short space. Rasiya takes that desire that we all have to be remembered to the extreme, and yet there’s something relatable about him. Then the irony!

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thank you so much! I’m so glad that you can relate to and feel the characters’ motivations. There’s always that quirky side to a person. And the irony does strike hard, but it’s also so funny. Haha!
      I appreciate it. 🙂

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  2. such irony 😀


    David

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thank you so much, David! I appreciate it. 🙂

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  3. Very good……I like the card idea

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Haha! Thank you, Don. A card does seem to be a more easy and efficient way… 🙂

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  4. I have a little of Rasiya in me. Wonderful last sentence!

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thank you so much, Geoff. I think that’s alright. But as long as you concentrate more on life than the afterwards. Your funny side shows you do. 🙂

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  5. johnlmalone dice:

    I like the set-up of this: the little details … he was so meticulous but he forgot one truth —

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      I couldn’t agree more, John. That one truth toppled Rasiya’s plans. I guess we all underestimate fate and are too preoccupied with our foolish desires. There are forces stronger than us at play. 🙂

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thank you so much, Anand. Thanks for reading. 🙂

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  6. Rofl 😀 😀
    Perfect ending Terveen. Such an interesting theme you have chosen. Really enjoyed reading this one 🙂 Very funny!

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Haha! Thank you so much, Vignesh. Poor Rasiya and his years of planning. If only he knew that death often doesn’t comply with human desires. 🙂

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  7. tony espino dice:

    Such a great story. Maybe that’s why so many people want to be famous, because they’re afraid of being forgotten when they die. Guess it makes sense that one of man’s biggest desires is in direction opposition of own of his greatest fears. Anyway, awesome story about a unique immortality project!

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      I like that, Tony. Desire and fear do ride on the same donkey sometimes. Haha! If only Rasiya knew that he would be the one NOT showing up at his funeral. Really ironic! 🙂
      Thanks for your keen observations.

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      1. tony espino dice:

        Lol! It is very ironic. I guess none of us actually show up at our funeral. But we all want people to be there like we’re going to know if they aren’t. It’s all so silly when you think about it.

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      2. Terveen Gill dice:

        Indeed, it is. Lol.

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  8. Jeff Flesch dice:

    A fantastic story, Terveen. Raisya the master marketer, until the very end. Ha! Wonderful writing, my friend.

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thank you so much, Jeff! The marketer who didn’t consider all the market conditions. Haha! 🙂

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      1. Jeff Flesch dice:

        Hahaha! True! You’re most welcome, Terveen. Always! ☺️

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  9. haoyando dice:

    Haha, that’s an unexpected ending. It used to be that the final resting place is the most important event of a living person’s life. This is probably an infectious mental mishap coming from ancient Egyptians. I know some old stories, in which the living people would starve themselves to pay for the funeral cost of the dead because it is the public face of a family.

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