I'm thinking of a having a funeral for my pancreas, or my beta cells, anyway. I am so sad to no longer have a working pancreas, and people around me just don't get that - they feel sorry for me, and they have started to understand the superficial carb counting, food stuff, but i feel like i'm grieving. When someone dies, you get together with people who loved that person and tell stories about them. It's just hard, cuz no one else had a close relationship with my pancreas, but I was rather attached.
I'm thinking organ music, a stuffed-pancreas effigy, a shoebox coffin, and an elegy about all the times I ate ice cream or brownies or cake or pasta or potatoes without thinking about it. It will be decidedly ridiculous. Any other good ideas?