I Showed Up to My Own Funeral. Nobody Was There.

Synopsis

I didn't die. Obviously. I'm writing this. But I wanted to know who would come. So I faked it. Not a real fake funeral — I didn't buy a casket or file a death certificate. I told twelve people — the twelve I considered my closest friends — that I had a terminal diagnosis and wanted them to come to a "living funeral." A celebration while I'm still here.…