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.
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
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.
I don't remember there being music at any of the three funerals I've attended. I know the last one was not anything the deceased would have wanted. Lapsed Catholics: if you don't want your estranged relatives to give you a Catholic funeral make sure to get yourself excommunicated before you die!
That works fine for me.
Awesome! Do you have a time preference? I presume Sean and/or Laga know how to get to your place from the Museum of Jurassic Technology; we could come over after that.
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.
We were in Spaced !