Etiquette for my funeral

So this has happened. 

I have shut my eyes for last time, 

and it’s a bit sooner 

than you would have liked. 

I think it would be fucking beautiful

if you could somehow 

get all the minutia of my life

to gather around me and join hands. 

That teddy bear I bought myself at 29

because I was going through a bad break up 

and wanted something soft to punch. 

The principal balance of my mortgage. 

The library card I spent months trying to get.

The tomato plants I tried to grow on the fire escape.

Have them all hold hands at my side

until there is a circle 25 miles in diameter

of all the worthless shit I ever wasted time on. 

For Marian's prompt at real toads.  Viva la.