My funeral
It's interesting to think about what happens after you die. I don't mean 'up there or down there', I mean your physical form, drained of vital signs. I've previously contemplated the logic of eco-friendly funerals where you are buried in a biodegradable coffin and provide sustenance for flora; but presumably unless you're a complete bastard, people will want to gather and say their farewells.
I've been to a few, and there's a heavy sense of sorrow (understandably) as the loved one is talked about. Tears are shed by sons, daughters, friends. The bereaved spouse is comforted by one and all. As the coffin is carried out, suitably solemn and/or beautiful music is played to close the service. This is often organised at the behest of the soon-to-be-departed who loves the tune.
I am reminded of the words of the incomparable Spike Milligan, who once expressed his desire to outlive Harry Secombe so he wouldn't have the little Welshman sing at his funeral. Thanks to the wonders of modern recording technology, although Secombe was dead when Milligan died, his voice still graced the funeral. I suspect Milligan would have been secretly delighted.
Anyway, imagine this: my funeral. I'd like to say hundreds, but let's be realistic and say dozens of mourners would be there to pay their respects. After the kind words are spoken and farewells are said, my coffin is carried out to the accompaniment of:
I wouldn't be there to witness it, alas. But if I were, I would be PISSING myself...
I've been to a few, and there's a heavy sense of sorrow (understandably) as the loved one is talked about. Tears are shed by sons, daughters, friends. The bereaved spouse is comforted by one and all. As the coffin is carried out, suitably solemn and/or beautiful music is played to close the service. This is often organised at the behest of the soon-to-be-departed who loves the tune.
I am reminded of the words of the incomparable Spike Milligan, who once expressed his desire to outlive Harry Secombe so he wouldn't have the little Welshman sing at his funeral. Thanks to the wonders of modern recording technology, although Secombe was dead when Milligan died, his voice still graced the funeral. I suspect Milligan would have been secretly delighted.
Anyway, imagine this: my funeral. I'd like to say hundreds, but let's be realistic and say dozens of mourners would be there to pay their respects. After the kind words are spoken and farewells are said, my coffin is carried out to the accompaniment of:
Click to viewI wouldn't be there to witness it, alas. But if I were, I would be PISSING myself...