Wupert's final wishes

Wupert died in an accident on January 10, 2010. He was out for a drive on his ranch in his golf cart. No one saw the accident, but the cart flipped, he was thrown out and the cart landed on him, killing him instantly. I am his daughter and I vow to keep his blog going...he has left us with so many wonderful stories and it will be my pleasure to share them. He was so excited about his blog and loved the instant responses through the "comments".

We celebrated his life on Friday, January 22, 2010. It was a wonderful celebration, filled with music and stories from his many friends and family. Below you will find a memo he wrote a few months ago, which outlined his wishes following his death. Thank you Wupert - your memo set a wonderful stage for us to occupy on this day that was filled with tears of sadness and laughter! And, as many said at the "celebration" it is impossible to separate Bob and Lois and we will forever miss and love you both!



In the event someone should come upon an old man who is no longer breathing, and doesn’t talk (which is unusual) and he doesn’t respond when you pull his nose a bit, or when you tickle him under the armpits, and as a final test pull the hairs in his nose – you know the jig is up! It’s time to call Sheri. She will undoubtedly call the crematorium. They will come quickly and dispose of the trouble maker. In about two or three days you’ll have a little urn of ashes. You may care to take those ashes and put them with my dear partner, Lois, and scatter them up on a far hill or whatever. I assure you won’t be harming us in any way. The person you knew as an entity is gone. We might have some new experiences if we’re recognized.

As far as furthering my aftermath it is up to my children and grandchildren but it’s optional with you. If you want to have a little memorial service just to talk about old times, congregate, that’s fine – but it’s not necessary. If you do that I suggest you do it in a manner that Lois and I would not frown on from up above. Congregate wherever you like – out in the yard, up on the hill, on top of the rock or a cathedral. No! I don’t want that! Keep the cost down! At that time keep it pretty much a family affair.

We’d like to hear a little music with our heavenly music, could be some from our grandson and his connivers, not too dour, nothing that would burn my ears. We’d like something light and airy, like a Lawrence Welk number. I’d like hear Conde and Sylvia do a harmonica/piano duo, we might even have the duck callers band once more, and a couple of good religious songs in the garden again and another older song or two.

I don’t want to plan it all, you plan it too. If you have a eulogy, don’t crow too much! Whatever happens there should be no bawling, crying or moaning at the bar because there’s nobody our there to cry about. Notify the ushers if they shed a tear!

We’ve had a good life and it’s a time to be grateful and thankful to God that He took us through. Whatever he’s done with us, who will know for awhile.

If there’s any debate on who gets what, I’ve got six pipe wrenches, three of ‘em are pretty good yet. If you fight over them, you can arm wrestle. The best arm wrestler gets the best one and so on. Actually I don’t have much of that kind of stuff, as you well know.

Don’t cheat the poor bird who moves into this house after I leave it. Leave him some stuff to operate with – some of my old hoes and shovels. He might need it if he’s to do a fair job on the yard. There’s a lot of stuff the Goodwill and so on might take on a bet, nothing very critically important.

It would be my preference to let you have what you really want, not that you just haul something away as a keepsake, but something you really want. If you don’t really want it, we’ll give what the museums want and what they don’t want we’ll put in the flea market.

So it is!