Occasionally I'm callous and strange.

Willow ,'The Killer In Me'


Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Nilly - Oct 03, 2006 7:38:05 am PDT #1808 of 10001
Swouncing

signed, Corrupted by the Buffistas

The most corruption I got from b.org was learning to say that I'm so vanilla that the other ice-creams callibrate themselves according to me. No worries.

Religious Jewish funerals are pretty strict in content, with no singing. I couldn't share the names of the songs in some of the non-strict funerals I attended, because they're all Hebrew songs none of you would probably be able to recognize.


Jesse - Oct 03, 2006 7:40:31 am PDT #1809 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Wait, that list is the songs that people would want at their own funerals, right? That makes the jackassery better, somehow.


Steph L. - Oct 03, 2006 7:41:26 am PDT #1810 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

"With Or Without You" is where I had to stifle my horrified laughter.

I was cracking up at "Every Breath You Take." Yes, I'll be stalking you even from BEYOND THE GRAVE....


Typo Boy - Oct 03, 2006 7:41:58 am PDT #1811 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

Year ago at the memorial for a favorite granduncle (who had been cremated) they played "Smoke gets in your eyes".

And a comment from the liberal blogger Ezra Klein: ( [link]

If Karl Marx had written Nancy Drew, Veronica Mars would be the result.


§ ita § - Oct 03, 2006 7:44:45 am PDT #1812 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Nilly, as mentioned a few times last month, I attended my first Jewish festival. I was exposed to the tradition of attendees shoveling dirt onto the coffin.

Wow. I feel kind shaky thinking about it. It was my first closed-casket funeral. There's something chilling about an open casket, but it really hammered home the finality of the thing.

Hearing the dirt hit the coffin, the hollow thump? Worked just as well, and just as chillingly. I was not expecting that.


Glamcookie - Oct 03, 2006 7:47:13 am PDT #1813 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

Cocaine's fucked up, man.

It's a hell of a drug.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Best Chappelle skit ever.


beekaytee - Oct 03, 2006 7:47:37 am PDT #1814 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant

I was cracking up at "Every Breath You Take." Yes, I'll be stalking you even from BEYOND THE GRAVE....

You beat me to it. Lawd, lawd. Singing about surveillance at funerals and weddings. Sting's eyes must roll down the street every time he hears that.

Than again, I sang Why Should I Cry For You? over my father's coffin, so I guess I have no dog in that race.


Frankenbuddha - Oct 03, 2006 7:52:16 am PDT #1815 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Best Chappelle skit ever.

It is hilarious, but I still have to go with "Does Wayne Brady have to choke a bitch?"


Glamcookie - Oct 03, 2006 7:54:56 am PDT #1816 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

Wayne Brady is right up there. I may need to bust out the DVDs and watch these again.


Nilly - Oct 03, 2006 7:56:05 am PDT #1817 of 10001
Swouncing

Hearing the dirt hit the coffin, the hollow thump? Worked just as well, and just as chillingly. I was not expecting that.

In a fully strict religious Jewish funeral, unless there's something to prevent it, there is no casket. OK, I'm whitefonting now. It's difficult for me to type, so not everybody should be exposed to reading this: The body is wrapped in a simple white fabric. It looks so small, there's nothing that delivers so pointedly, to me, the extent of the fragility of the flesh, the weakness, and the this-can't-be-all-there-is aspects of life and death. It's never not-chilling, it never fails to make me wonder how small the physical form of the person is, no matter how big and important their life was.

Also, we hardly ever put flowers on tombstones. Usually, we lay small stones there.