I don’t want a eulogy. I want a slide show of my life with “Time of Your Life” by Greenday in the background. And as I’m being lowered into the ground, there’s this gorgeously slow song at the end of a Celtic/New Age music tape I have titled “Deep Peace” I think I would like being played.
Oh! and to finally get the point across to the guy whom I’ve pined over for five years and doesn’t even know it, I would put “A Little Fall of Rain” from Les Miserables somewhere in there. Even though he wouldn’t even get IT. Probably wouldn’t even be there.
Sorry. I’m turning bitter. I’m done now.
Sakura, a few words of short advice: act on your feelings. Life is too damn short, dear. What’s the worst that could happen?
Besides me overreacting over a rather crummy day? Not much.
Thank you, Coldfire, for bringing it into perspective by wacking me in the face with words. (It’s not as bad as you’d think it would be :))
“Imagine” by John Lennon.
No preachin’ either.
There is no version of My Way by the Pistols. Sid sang it when he went solo. It’s a damned good choice though.
I would have either “You Enjoy Myself” (boy, man, god, shit) by Phish or “Down and Out in New York City” by James Brown.
It’s on the “Great Rock and Roll Swindle”, no?
Spirit in the Sky
The Dance
you’re not thinking of “Asshole” by Dennis Leary, are you? If not, too many bitter Dennises cause confusion.
For my funeral, please make sure “Shooting Star” by Bob Dylan is played. “I see a shooting star tonight/and I thought of you./You’re slipping into another world/A world I never knew…”
A little known Judas Priest cut named, appropriately enough, “Epitaph,” from the amazing Sad Wings Of Destiny opus.
Yer pal,
Satan
*TIME ELAPSED SINCE I QUIT SMOKING:
Six months, one week, four days, 2 hours, 54 minutes and 14 seconds.
7764 cigarettes not smoked, saving $970.60.
Extra time with Drain Bead: 3 weeks, 5 days, 23 hours, 0 minutes.
I slept with a REPUBLICAN moderator!*
Sure it is, but it was still Sid who recorded it while he was solo.
From IMusic on The Sex Pistols
Jollity Farm," by the Bonzo Doo-Dah Dog Band.
In accordance with the tune, I also want my friends to arrange for various animals–ducks, cats, dogs (ones that wouldn’t chase the cats), Vietnamese potbellied pigs, parrots, etc–to meander around the room to distract people from getting too maudlin. How can one be maudlin when a duck is nearby?
There’s probably some ordinance against animals running loose in a funeral home, though. Damn.
Yes, I know, Coldfire. It was a joke. Dead. Pale. Get it?
‘Tubular Bells’ by Mike Oldfield.
That, or something by the Dead Kennedys.
No funeral, no song. No memorial at all. I’m here one day, I’m gone the next.
I have been officially whooshed.
hangs head in shame
Miss Otis Regrets by Cole Porter and Lazy River by Hoagy Carmichael
(pats Colfire on head)
There, there. I didn’t say it was a GOOD joke . . . . okay, it was a pretty lame joke.
OOOOH!!! I have thought about this for a very long time for many years and I decided long ago I want them to play “Ding! Dong! The witch is dead.” I in no way want a serious funeral. I would much rather it be fun.
HUGS!
Sqrl
Long Gone- Syd Barrett
Tango Till They’re Sore- Tom Waits