I had leukemia when I was a kid.
There were a few times when I almost died. Like right on the cusp of death. The only reason I didn't die, was because the doctors kept me alive. Not because they thought I could still pull through, but so that my parents could say goodbye.
Yet some how I survived.
During the worst of it, when there didn't seem to be much hope, my parents sat down at my bedside and talked to me about death. They explained, or at least tried to explain death. They told me that some people believed in heaven, some people believed in reincarnation and some people believed that there was nothing.
They then told me about funerals and how they celebrate dead people's lives and asked me what I wanted at my funeral.
Not even 7 years old yet and I was planning my own funeral.
I wanted a green and orange coffin with a Pikachu on it. I wanted to wear my Ash Ketchum costume and be buried with my teddy bear, my blanket that my grandma made for me when I was a baby, my stuffed Pikachu and Charmander, my Game Boy (and Pokemon Games) and my Pokemon cards.
I wanted the Pokemon theme song to be played.
Also I wanted this to be played
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoi5sVsJqCY