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What Music Would You Die To?
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I don't mean die-die, but die to the world. The folks who sit there, either crying, laughing, or jerking off, after you've kicked-the-bucket, dropped-dead, passed-away, gone-to-heaven/gone-to-hell, been-absorbed-by-alien-poop, whatever. A memorial service. A few enemies pissing together on your grave. A full-fledged parade with people, dressed as lesbian clowns, fisting the horses drawing your sorry-ass down the street in a pink, sparkling coffin. Make sure it has racing stripes.
I wonder about that sometimes, and then I wonder why I care. Whoever truly loves me best will have the good sense to send my dead-ass down to The Body Farm in Tennessee so that someone can make good use of it.
Though I've avoided any pictures of New Orleans (I know how they affect me, and I'm dealing with quite a few local death-and-dismemberment situations as it is), I can't help but wonder what the fuck people will do for them? About who will have the time and the money, as well as the sanity, to follow any last wishes, or at least approach anything resembling last wishes, when designing memorials and funerals.
And again -- I wonder why it matters. These things are not at all for the dead, but for the living.
Still, I think I'd make a really pissy ghost, if my wishes were not followed.
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