Ray Cole on The Wire had the Pogues. Something with "American"in the title. That was a beautiful moment. (/The Wire likes Irish Carrots)
'Out Of Gas'
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.
I think I'll be cremated, have people be present for the actual incineration for which the actual music would be "smoke gets in your eyes". (Or maybe "we didn't start the fire".) I need to create a form that I update regularly, specifying into whose face my still smoldering ashes are actually tossed.
We buried our Irish Wolfhound's ashes under a bush and it thrived. I wonder if the people who live in our old house now have any idea that both yards are the cemetaries for three dogs, three hamsters and assorted gerbils. My first rat Dieter's ashes are in my closet. I haven't yet found an urn that seemed fitting for him. He died in 1990 I think.
erika, sorry you were dealing with crap from your dad. I would volunteer to come out there and cluestick him for you if it would help.
Aimee, glad you survived the wedding and Snowpocolypse!
DH and I are definitely in the cremation camp. I sort of like the emotional closure that funerals provide but DH wants no service--just a party.
My FiL doesn't want to donate his organs but my MiL had a brother who was saved by a liver transplant. I once heard her tell my FiL that nobody would ask him after he was dead and it was up to her to decide what to do about organ donation, if FiL died first.
The way I see it, these rituals aren't for the dead--they're for the living and I think that whatever makes my family feel better in the end is ok with me. I may leave requests but they're more guidelines than rules, in case anyone can't make a decision. But really, I don't think I'll care much.
I'm still secretly hoping for a viking funeral if they can pull if off, though.
Oh, and I'm STILL in Cleveland. *sigh*
Did you have a five way? Oh wait, that's Cincinnatti.
We ate Vietnamese.
I've had wonderful hosts but I'm ready to be home.
I think it's a good idea to leave instructions. Being able to say "this is what s/he wanted" during whatever is so comforting, even if it's not what you would personally choose.
Yeah, Cashmere. I certainly understand not ALWAYS coming first. Once, however, would be nice and novel and assure me he gave a rat's ass.
There is, actually, a Skyline in my neighborhood, which probably isn't too far from where Cashmere is right now. Unfortunately, it's cold and dark and (knock wood) she gets to leave tomorrow and go home to her babies.
The weather sucked, but it was lovely to see everyone.