It’s a classic desire to wish that you could attend your own funeral. I’m not sure it matters what people say about me when I’m dead, or how they react. I think that idea comes from people who aren’t entirely sure their friends are who they say they are. Like the only way they could truly know how people react is to die.
I’m not sure it matters to me. I have faith in my ability to know who my friends are, and once I’m gone, anyone’s opinion will be too late.
When I die, I just want people to think I had really good taste in bread.