Last Word Reflections

I didn’t want my (adult) children standing in a funeral home trying to guess what I would have wanted while they were grieving.

I wrote my own obituary, chose the readings, shaped the order of service and even selected the photographs and music. Jane turned it all into something elegant, personal and unmistakably mine.

There was something strangely comforting about seeing my life gathered properly on the order of service instead of left for strangers to piece together after I’m gone.

It gave me a feeling of control when ultimately the act of death is when we surely do lose control.— Helen, Melbourne, Australia · February 2026

After attending three funerals in one year, I realised how quickly a person can disappear beneath generic words and rushed decisions.

I didn’t want a cold template obituary written by somebody who had never met me. I wanted the people I love to hear my humour, my voice, my version of events. Even the messy parts.

The process was unexpectedly emotional in the best possible way. Jane helped shape everything without sanitising who I was. The final funeral literature felt intimate and was beautifully printed in a small batch as I am not expecting a big turnout!

— Patrick, Cork, Ireland · November 2025

I arranged my Last Word documents after my diagnosis because I could already see the pressure building around my family.

Paperwork. Decisions. Funeral arrangements. Endless small administrative tasks arriving at the exact moment people are least capable of handling them.

What Jane created gave all of us breathing room. My obituary, eulogy, personal legacy letters and funeral preferences were beautifully prepared and stored together for dispatch for my family when the time will surely comes.

There is something profoundly peaceful about knowing your final goodbye has already been spoken in your own words.
— Marianne, Vancouver, Canada · January 2026

I thought the process would feel morbid. It didn’t. It felt honest.

I spoke about the life I actually lived — not the polished version people usually present after someone dies. The failures. The love stories. The friendships. The years that broke me. He divorce, my only child committing suicide.The years that rebuilt me.

Jane somehow captured all of it without making me sound sentimental or performative. The finished pieces felt raw, rugged and completely reflective of who I am as a man.

I left the meeting thinking: if tomorrow came unexpectedly, at least my family would truly know me.
— Robert, Christchurch, New Zealand · September 2025