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Writer's Block: What would you like to do with your body when you die? (lifted from Cera, too lazy to find the link)Ideally, I would like to be worm food. Jeeso... I sound like Edward Abbey. He wanted to die in the desert so that the animals could pick his carcass clean. At least, that's what he said...
For my funeral, I know that my mother's family would probably want it to be religious (Catholic). Not sure how I feel about that. If any prayers are said at my funeral, I'd rather they be prayers to the elements and spirit, as well as to the gods, and in celebration rather than sorrow.
Oh, and where Cera wants dancing, I want singing. I mean good singing, joyous singing. If it's a sad song, it better be gospel. "Reason Why I Sing" is acceptable. As long as it's sung accapella by a group of people who know what they're doing. DO NOT have me yelling from the afterlife, "You need proper breath support!"
"I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free. His eye is on the Sparrow, that's the reason why I sing." And one of the verses is "and when we've crossed that river, to study war no more, we will sing our song to Jesus, the one whom we adore." So, it has pagan river of death, religion, nature and joyous singing. Therefore, an acceptable "hymn-like" song that will satisfy most parties. It's also one of the gospel songs I sang in my first chorus. That chorus changed a lot in my life, and I am grateful for it. I doubt many people at the funeral would understand why I love that song.
And be outside at some point.
I don't know... I feel like my real funeral would be those who know me best going to a cliff or overhang where land meets water/ocean, with trees in the background and a breeze in the air. That's the way I celebrate my life-- watching the sun set or the moon rise over the rooftops or river. It's how I've always celebrated moments of joy, gained strength in moments of sorrow... those quiet, solitary moments have been some of the most influential in my life. Whether I was in a city or on campus, you could find me at any time of day or night at the highest lookout point, watching the sky and relishing in the sounds of life all around me. Even now, I'll go on my back porch in Biddo at 2 in the morning in inches of snow, just to see the moon and breathe. That's my religion, as close as I get to a regular celebration or ritual of my faith. That's where I am most at peace. So, at the time of my death, that where I would want my life to celebrated. Not with expensive flower arangements, but in a moment of peace at night, with only stars and the moon as lights. Maybe by then, someone else will have learned that strange language I seem to remember only at those times. Maybe they'll be able to sing the memory of my life in a lingering melody that needs no translation.
Wow... that's a bit morbid. And long. ::shrug::
For my funeral, I know that my mother's family would probably want it to be religious (Catholic). Not sure how I feel about that. If any prayers are said at my funeral, I'd rather they be prayers to the elements and spirit, as well as to the gods, and in celebration rather than sorrow.
Oh, and where Cera wants dancing, I want singing. I mean good singing, joyous singing. If it's a sad song, it better be gospel. "Reason Why I Sing" is acceptable. As long as it's sung accapella by a group of people who know what they're doing. DO NOT have me yelling from the afterlife, "You need proper breath support!"
"I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free. His eye is on the Sparrow, that's the reason why I sing." And one of the verses is "and when we've crossed that river, to study war no more, we will sing our song to Jesus, the one whom we adore." So, it has pagan river of death, religion, nature and joyous singing. Therefore, an acceptable "hymn-like" song that will satisfy most parties. It's also one of the gospel songs I sang in my first chorus. That chorus changed a lot in my life, and I am grateful for it. I doubt many people at the funeral would understand why I love that song.
And be outside at some point.
I don't know... I feel like my real funeral would be those who know me best going to a cliff or overhang where land meets water/ocean, with trees in the background and a breeze in the air. That's the way I celebrate my life-- watching the sun set or the moon rise over the rooftops or river. It's how I've always celebrated moments of joy, gained strength in moments of sorrow... those quiet, solitary moments have been some of the most influential in my life. Whether I was in a city or on campus, you could find me at any time of day or night at the highest lookout point, watching the sky and relishing in the sounds of life all around me. Even now, I'll go on my back porch in Biddo at 2 in the morning in inches of snow, just to see the moon and breathe. That's my religion, as close as I get to a regular celebration or ritual of my faith. That's where I am most at peace. So, at the time of my death, that where I would want my life to celebrated. Not with expensive flower arangements, but in a moment of peace at night, with only stars and the moon as lights. Maybe by then, someone else will have learned that strange language I seem to remember only at those times. Maybe they'll be able to sing the memory of my life in a lingering melody that needs no translation.
Wow... that's a bit morbid. And long. ::shrug::