Her Funeral is Today
I got up at 6am this morning to do laundry. My suit and other clothing won't get clean on their own and the t-shirt I own with a picture of a gerbil on it that says "I'LL BE YOUR FRIEND NO MATTER WHAT YOU STICK IN YOUR ASS" doesn't seem appropriate although my grandmother would give into laughter after a five-second sour look on her face
Today is the day and apparently there's going to be quite a turnout. This makes me happy. She was a great lady.
I know I have probably mentioned this before but I will say it again:
I want MY funeral to be filled with people throwing themselves on my coffin. I want wailing in the aisles and people unable to cope with the loss. Forget all of these people who say "I want people to CELEBRATE at my funeral!"
Hell no. If you're not at my funeral to have a completely horrible time, then I don't want you coming.
Another thing?
If I decide to be cremated, don't scatter my friggin ashes. What the hell is that about? I don't want to be mulch for someone's vegetable garden or mixed in with the piss filled, oil filled, dirty diaper that is our ocean. Fuck that.
I don't want to be spread around the base of some tree where Fido is going to piss on or where the city is going to dig up and take away anyway.
No. I want a place for visitors. I want letters, postcards, teddy bears, flowers, candles and various other grave-side gifts. You get the picture.
Anyway . .with that said, I need to go get shit done.
p.s. Thank all of you for your kind words with my last post. I will respond individually, but it's been hard to deal with up to this point.
Today is the day and apparently there's going to be quite a turnout. This makes me happy. She was a great lady.
I know I have probably mentioned this before but I will say it again:
I want MY funeral to be filled with people throwing themselves on my coffin. I want wailing in the aisles and people unable to cope with the loss. Forget all of these people who say "I want people to CELEBRATE at my funeral!"
Hell no. If you're not at my funeral to have a completely horrible time, then I don't want you coming.
Another thing?
If I decide to be cremated, don't scatter my friggin ashes. What the hell is that about? I don't want to be mulch for someone's vegetable garden or mixed in with the piss filled, oil filled, dirty diaper that is our ocean. Fuck that.
I don't want to be spread around the base of some tree where Fido is going to piss on or where the city is going to dig up and take away anyway.
No. I want a place for visitors. I want letters, postcards, teddy bears, flowers, candles and various other grave-side gifts. You get the picture.
Anyway . .with that said, I need to go get shit done.
p.s. Thank all of you for your kind words with my last post. I will respond individually, but it's been hard to deal with up to this point.