My funeral/or moving forces

I am a nomadic soul. I have never claimed to be anything to the contrary. This is just who I am. I may force myself into some semblance of stability by staying places that I would otherwise leave, but my heart wants to keep on the move. As a result, I'm not someone who makes a lot of strong ties wherever I end up. I know I'm just going to pick up and leave some day, so I don't invest a lot of myself in forging deep friendships. Lots and lots of acquaintances, and I'm forever surrounded by people I really do care a great deal for, but I always keep my distance somewhat (this is also the reason why many people think I'm a snob, but who cares?).
I'm completely alright with this arrangement, as it has always suited me just fine. But the sole thing that sometimes slivers into my mind is that with no strong ties, who is going to show up at my funeral? Hell, with so many of the people I know being such fairweather friends, how many people would even know if I died? It's sort of a depressing thought, but really, in this scenario, I'd be dead anyway so what do I care?
But there's one thing that happens to me no matter where I live, and I always see it as my sign that it must be time to go. At some point, all of those acquaintances become true friendships - warts and all. I don't know what causes this to happen when I'm such an avoider, but happen it does. And it always happens shortly before I move away just like it's happened again now. If I died today, my funeral would turn into the second biggest party in town. Like I said, I don't know how this happens to someone like me. But I just roll with it knowing that my departure from these parts is surely eminent. And I just hope that when I do die, it's shortly before I leave a town so lots of people will show up for the funeral. =)