Life is Perfect...Really?

    I talked to an old friend last year whom I had not talked to in years. At the peak of our friendship we considered each other best of friends. Something must have happened that over time made us lose all touch with each other.  Then one day I realized I was missing my old friend and I called him at home.
    We talked for about 30 mins and seemed to enjoy catching up missed time together, then he said something that cut pretty deep. He said, "For the last few years my life has been perfect. I couldn't have ask for anything in my life that could have made it any better than what it has been."
    I thought about what he said after we hung up and I didn't call him again. I didn't want to be responsible for making things in his life less than perfect. He obviously had just the perfect number and selection of friends and family to complete his life.
   Last week I read where he died recently and I expected he had a perfect little ceremony for his service. However, I was told no one was present at his graveside service and that to me is very sad. I've decided I would opt for a flawed life, flawed friends, and a totally dysfunctional family. At least then when I die, I am almost assured that someone will come to my funeral, if for no other reason than to piss on my grave.