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My gran didn't leave any funeral arrangements. So, i decided that rather than risk my parents turning my own untimely death into a baby-pictures-of-our-once-beautiful-pre-mental-child fest, i would beat them to it. These, if the worst were to happen, are your instructions:
1. My funeral is to take place outside - be it in the garden of my house or some carefully selected woodland. NO church and no priest. If my parents are alive, and if they agree, one of them can lead the service, if not, a friend, partner or one of them humanist-ceremony guys can.
2. No black is to be worn. Unless that person would usually wear black. I want people looking like they're ready for a really good party.
3. I am to be wearing a well good dress. And comfortable shoes. I am not going to haunt your asses in heels.
4. Keep the funeral short. This will be helped by cutting out hymns and prayers (as both seems pretty hypocritical and pointless, unless i turn to God during my inevitable mid-life crisis).
5. Pall bearers: Daddy (if possible), Pete, Rand and Biggie, with substitutes in the form of Dan and Ben. Cheers guys.
6. Have my more eloquent friends do eulogies. Or, better yet, have a free-for-all fiona-related-stories swapping session.
7. Use the money saved from not having a church service to pay for the train fare for all those i loved to be there.
8. Songs: Into my arms - Nick Cave and the Bad seeds
From the aeroplane over the sea - Neutral Milk hotel
Happiness - Elliott smith
'Happiness' to end, the order of everything else doesn't really matter.
9. Cremate me and throw my ashes to the sea. ideally the sea off Miyajima island. This is Very Important.
10. Afterwards, I want a kick ass party. The kind that I would be pissed off about missing. There is to be karaoke. It would be rather good if you could procure karaoke versions of songs i loved. There is to be cocktails and cake. There is not to be crying. Good music and dancing are essential or i will haunt all of your asses for the rest of time.
11. My CDs, DVDs and books can be looted by whoever wants them.
12. Remember me fondly, i probably thought you were well good.
Morbid perhaps, but you never know when the green man is going to screw you over, right? Pus my funeral sounds wicked. I am jealous of all attendees.
1. My funeral is to take place outside - be it in the garden of my house or some carefully selected woodland. NO church and no priest. If my parents are alive, and if they agree, one of them can lead the service, if not, a friend, partner or one of them humanist-ceremony guys can.
2. No black is to be worn. Unless that person would usually wear black. I want people looking like they're ready for a really good party.
3. I am to be wearing a well good dress. And comfortable shoes. I am not going to haunt your asses in heels.
4. Keep the funeral short. This will be helped by cutting out hymns and prayers (as both seems pretty hypocritical and pointless, unless i turn to God during my inevitable mid-life crisis).
5. Pall bearers: Daddy (if possible), Pete, Rand and Biggie, with substitutes in the form of Dan and Ben. Cheers guys.
6. Have my more eloquent friends do eulogies. Or, better yet, have a free-for-all fiona-related-stories swapping session.
7. Use the money saved from not having a church service to pay for the train fare for all those i loved to be there.
8. Songs: Into my arms - Nick Cave and the Bad seeds
From the aeroplane over the sea - Neutral Milk hotel
Happiness - Elliott smith
'Happiness' to end, the order of everything else doesn't really matter.
9. Cremate me and throw my ashes to the sea. ideally the sea off Miyajima island. This is Very Important.
10. Afterwards, I want a kick ass party. The kind that I would be pissed off about missing. There is to be karaoke. It would be rather good if you could procure karaoke versions of songs i loved. There is to be cocktails and cake. There is not to be crying. Good music and dancing are essential or i will haunt all of your asses for the rest of time.
11. My CDs, DVDs and books can be looted by whoever wants them.
12. Remember me fondly, i probably thought you were well good.
Morbid perhaps, but you never know when the green man is going to screw you over, right? Pus my funeral sounds wicked. I am jealous of all attendees.