Of course having the Pope lying there with his fingers pointing like a gun was a real suprised but I was most taken aback when they played Freebird.
You mean he hasn’t leaped up yet and yelled “GOTCHA YA!”?
I’m so depressed.
That’s frickin’ HYE-larious, Kythereia
I, for one, certainly didn’t expect that many strippers.
I liked the whole scratch-and-sniff feature.
I’m afraid the whole Senor Wences “'S alright in the box?” bit didn’t go over that well.
I thought the All-cardinals-under-70 conga line out of the Basilica was sooo cute.
And it was just like JPII to have a Nawlins jazz band escort his coffin back inside.
The wet cassock contest, however, was a flop. And I think Prince Charles didn’t put enough dinero in the collection plate.
But seeing it played by a mariachi band was different.
Especially an all-girl one.
I was especially touched by the Sister Bertrille flyover in the Missing Nun formation.
I thought the chugging contest with the sacrimental wine was a nice touch. I’m hoping for something similar at mine.
The 21 aspersorium salute devolving into a water fight was, I felt, the low point.
No, the low point was Star Jones doing the red carpet. Couldn’t they have gotten Joan Rivers?
I was surprised that he was buried in a powder-blue 1957 Cadillac Seville. No one can say dat the Pope didn’t have CLASS.
Oh, Cadillac to Heaven he was wavin’ the banner
He left like he lived, in a lively manner
With a-hundred dollar bills in his fingers tight
He had flowers for wheels and a-flashin’ headlights
The whole sequence where they shot the coffin out of the photon torpedo tube into orbit around the Genesis planet while Scotty played “Amazing Grace” on the bagpipes brought tears to my eyes.
The whole cryogenic-preservation of his body ritual was tastefully done.
Preserving his head in a life-support tank a la “Futurama” was a smart move. But having John Paul’s head then deliver his own eulogy was a bit too cutsey for my taste.
Lower than Robbie Knievel jumping his souped-up Popemobile over all those Cardinals?
Not quite as low as the sponsorship stickers on the coffin.
The streaker added a nice retro touch.
Charo singing Dust in the Wind brought a tear to my eye.