Have you ever thought about your funeral? I have.Not to bring you down, homies, but if you don't at least tell somebody what want it to be like, you will have to settle for Kool-Aid and store-bought cookies in a musty church basement.
Not that you'll care. But still...
When I die, which is something I don't plan on doing for a goodly long long time...but WHEN I do at last succumb to some cancerous growth or Chevrolet fender, I want my funeral to be a party. Not an obnoxious frat party, more like a fun get-together in a cozy tavern. I realize more than half the people there will probably be sad, at least a little, but they should still try to have fun.
For me.
I want music, old blues please. Acoustic. And make sure you play "Statesboro Blues" by Blind Willie McTell at least once. Preferably on an old scratchy 78, but I realize that's getting a little "high-maintenance", so an MP3 will be fine.
And I want you to have food...not a casserole-potluck affair, please...I want mezze. Hummus and cheese and tapenade and hearty bread and olives and everything else I liked when I was not so horizontal.
Lots of everything, please.
And simple wine and good beer. And please toast to whatever you thought I was to you, if you don't mind. And toast yourselves while you're at it, for putting up with me all this time. Go ahead, spill some.
For me.
I think I want to be cremated, although it feels a little ghoulish for me to be discussing that in my blog. I just know I don't want any coffins at this event, they can really bring a party down fast.
Project some of my favorite pictures instead, whether or not I'm in them. Have fun with it.
I want all my friends there, either in person or in spirit. I want you to tell each other stories of the good times, and the bad times too. You can tell the embarrassing ones now. I won't be there to be embarrassed.
And, first time for everything, you get the last word.
4 comments:
What a great time that will be...er...you know what I mean.
I've never thought about my funeral and prefer not to. But I admire those who can because funerals are a fact of life. And though we are sad, we should celebrate life and honor the departed in a way they would appreciate!
I better write this down to make sure I get everything right about the music and the food -- I will make sure I am in charge of all that stuff (if)
i want to burn too but Carol wants to stuff me or keep my bones in the closet.
Sorry, but I didn't pay too much attention to the details because I wont' be there. So just go ahead and plan the same agenda for me. My kids know I want my ashes in Lake Michigan.
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