So, L.A. people...specifically NoiseDesign, whose idea it was for a Rock Band party in the first place: all signs seem to be pointing to Sunday, Dec. 30. Is that good? Timing is whenever. I was also thinking Laga and omnis and I could do the Museum of Jurassic Technology that morning/afternoon. I don't know how long one needs.

That works fine for me.

I'd say I want to go to your funeral, but there's just no way to make that come out uncreepy.

I invite you to dance on my grave! To the Pogues!

I never thought about music for my funeral before but now that I have I'm thinking Tea for the Tillerman. On the other hand I plan to die last so there'll be no one to program the music anyway.

Want to guarantee I'll haunt you? Make a montage of my life using "Hallelujah."

The choice in "The Big Chill" was a good one.

My brain is taking a vacation and it left me behind. What would you call statements like "In like a lion; out like a lamb" or "Red sky at night, sailors' delight"? Sayings? Is there something more specific?

Adage? Proverb?

I can't think about funereal songs (the last two I went to had "It's so hard to say goodbye"--the first time sung by the deceased's high school class, the second funeral over a video montage of the deceased and the deceased from the first funeral--right now I just think funeral music is cruel) but am continually distracted by the idea of babies with balloons tied to them. How fun! I almost want one tied to me.

Almost.

I will cut you.

Old saw, maxim, or aphorism, maybe.

Those are all words I was trying to dredge up. Thank you for donating your brains on my behalf.

Random note: I had a lot of weird dreams last night, and by now I've forgotten most of them, but I remember one in which Polter Cow and I were MARRIED for some reason (!!). He'd just returned from being gone for several months, and I think we were married for some logical convenience type reason, rather than like, love. And we went to the house that he had been renting but no one had been in while he was gone (but he and I were married the whole time?) and we were going to move in, but the house was a mess because no one had been there, and a cat had had kittens in there. I was apalled that he didn't know there was a cat having kittens in his house (even though he'd been...overseas somewhere?).

What kind of crack is my brain smoking??

On the other hand I plan to die last so there'll be no one to program the music anyway.

So, what you need to do is make up your funeral playlist and program an ipod or computer to play it everyday unless you tell it not to. Deadman's switch music.

I have never been to a funeral that had music. Most of the memorials didn't have music, or not music that was particular to the dearly departed, anyway. Or there was lots and lots of music without one focus.