I attended a "Celebration of Life" event recently for someone that I worked with in the 1970s through the 1990s, and who was an integral part of one of my cherished organizations (me being a past president had he being a past president) and I met and visited with several other attendees with whom I both worked, and participated in with not one but several other organizations and enthusiast groups (and as you may know, I am a "joiner" and I belong to many different organizations).
I grew up in the 1950s, what I can remember, and I remember getting (at that time having to) dressed-up for church on Sunday, and especially dressed up for Easter Sunday, and even getting dressed up for the family "Sunday Ride" which was a jaunt around the neighborhood in the car for recreational purposes. It was at first irritating to dress for any occasion however as time passed it became known (not particularly obvious but known) that depending on how I was dressed, people treated me differently. If I were "dressed-up" I would be treated with the respect of an adult (although still a child) and if I were casual (and dirty from playing in the dirt) I would be treated as an underling and a child in need of discipline.
Now that I'm well into my seventies (in my eighth decade on this fine blue and green planet) I have learned that how one is dressed directly (or indirectly) has an effect on how one is perceived and treated.
Gone are the days of getting dressed up to take a trip on an airline. Shorts, flip-flops and t-shirts are easily the most common attire now (with the TSA searching, prodding and poking) however as I have learned, traveling in a suit and tie seems to affect how one is perceived and treated. I have therefore embraced the shirt and tie (and long pants) as attire when going out. I find that the extra few minutes putting on cuff links, tying my tie (I have probably a couple of hundred ties in my tie collection) and finding a long-sleeved shirt worthwhile in the way that I am greeted and treated while in public. Sometimes I get "what are you dressed up for" from people and I can honestly say "for me".
So, when I die, I would like instead of shorts, tank tops, flip-flops and t-shirts as attire that those attending my service(s) wherever the are, humor me, honor me, and commemorate me by wearing (it does not have to be formal like a tuxedo) their "Sunday Best".
This is from the Huffington Post: