"Let Me Tell You Something Real..." I’ve been to enough funerals to know how it goes. People show up—some late, some not at all because, well, “something came up.” There’ll be polite nods, a few hugs, maybe even a tear or two. They’ll read a couple of paragraphs about your life—something quick and tidy. Then? They’ll talk about the sandwiches. The music. The venue. They’ll wonder who gets what—your watch, your chair, your old records. And by the time they’re back in the car, most will already be thinking about dinner or what’s on their to-do list. That’s the truth. Life moves on fast. Weeks, not years. So here’s what I did: I took advantage of the free Eulogy feature that came with my biography from The Silver Storybook Agency. I got to tell my story, my way. Not just a summary in a booklet—but the real me. What mattered. What I stood for. The lessons I learned the hard way, and the things I hope they remember. If you’re reading this, don’t leave your last words to someone else’s guess. This isn’t about doom and gloom—it’s about taking control while you still can. You’ve earned your voice. Use it.

— Marge T., 78, Brisbane Tweet