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OW. I fell off my bike. OW. And I did it in style i.e. in front of a full beer garden at Kro and lots of students wondering on wonderings during a sunny lunch hour. I'm not sure what hurts more - my ass or my ego. OW.
Now, forgive me for the drivel, but my brain is a bit skewwwweee at the moment:
At the funeral I went to on friday there was quite a random selection of music, all of which Katie picked. On entering the chapel, there was the White Stripes song "We're gonna be friends". This instantly made a lot of people cry. Which made me all the more nervous about being able to hold it together throughout the ceremony.
After a few readings, they played the Monty Python song "Always look on the bright side of life", which was just bizzare. I was glad for it as it acted as a moment of comedy relief. But as a big monty python fan, I think this has now forever changed the way I will react to Eric Idle's whistling o_0. I looked at Katie's little sister and could see her shaking, and so quickly looked at the back of the head in the person in front where images of the final scene from The Life of Brian played out in mind. And Eric Idle's cheeky grin.
For the committal, thay played Elvis Costello's "She".
Now. Now, childers, I *hate* Elvis Costello. And I loathe this song. And so again, I think I was glad for it, as I could just concentrate on Elvis Costello and just how much I think he's a smarmy git rather than look across the room and watch Katie's boyfriend sink to his knees. For some reason, I thought they might only play the first verse. I could feel the emotional tension threatening to pour out of me. And when I'm very nervous or suddenly shocked or upset, I have the tendency to burst out laughing. So I tried to focus my senses on other things. I knew if I started laughing it wouldn't stop until it reached a banshee creschendo. I started digging my nails into my palms. I stared at the sunflowers on the coffin with the intensity like I was trying to move them (like you know if you ever did when you were little, when you thought you might have telekinetic powers.... no? never did that? well, I did. And still do occassionally, just to prove to myself that I haven't evolved telekinetic powers with age. Usual stuff with the Gunson girls, you know.) I couldn't concentrate on Elvis' magical voice without him stealing my metaphorical goat of emotional resolve. So I tried to focus on any other background noise. A small whirrring noise.... where was it coming from, I wondered??
I think the whole.... theatrics behind the committal is a bit weird and creepy. I mean, a couple of nicely hemmed curtains being drawn at some kind coherent timing with the music is a bit odd. And that little "whirrrr" was the motor drawing the curtains, like The Bumble Bee of Death lolling and rolling gaily about the sunflowers. And when the curtains are shut, well... I know that the coffin is still behind the curtain! If I go over and swish them open, it'll still be there.
"whirrrrrr"
And the curtains closing, is that suppose to be the big finale? The big show down? Drawing the curtains on your life, your show?? but it was so short, it's not finished!
"whirrrrrrrrr"
Where's the encore?? (I was getting more enraged)
"whirrrrrrrrrrrrrr"
(noise increasing slightly in pitch as they get closer)
"whirrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
The motor sounded so loud to me, but I think it was just me. I'm don't even think the motor was audible.
"She, who always seems so happy in a crowd,
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud"
AAAAAH I HATE ELVIS COSTELLO SO MUCH - I couldn't believe they were going to play the rest of the song! At this point I nearly, SO nearly, burst out laughing in some kind of insane, throw-your-head-back-cackle. I managed to repress this all into a manic grin, accompanied by hot tears streaming down my bright red face.
I was going crazy inside. And I couldn't imagine what her family must be going through.
The final commendation.... curtains have already shut... I strained to hear the sound of... well, I wasn't sure what sound you would hear, maybe like the noise those frictionless rollers make when they roll your bag down after it being scanned by an airport x-ray machine. Would there be a sudden gust of hot air blast through the curtains as the coffin was sucked into a giant furnace?
No. No, just the curtains hung motionless and the only sounds were the whimpers of hurt hearts.
The final song was Bjork's "It's Oh So Quiet". And again, it was an upbeat choice. But I was looking around at all these other young, solem faces wearing bright colours and clutching hands.... and it was oh so quiet. It will be for Katie. And all that jazzy brightness was washing over all these lost people.
Crickey. Death is... weird.
So I put to you: what would be your funeral music??
Now, forgive me for the drivel, but my brain is a bit skewwwweee at the moment:
At the funeral I went to on friday there was quite a random selection of music, all of which Katie picked. On entering the chapel, there was the White Stripes song "We're gonna be friends". This instantly made a lot of people cry. Which made me all the more nervous about being able to hold it together throughout the ceremony.
After a few readings, they played the Monty Python song "Always look on the bright side of life", which was just bizzare. I was glad for it as it acted as a moment of comedy relief. But as a big monty python fan, I think this has now forever changed the way I will react to Eric Idle's whistling o_0. I looked at Katie's little sister and could see her shaking, and so quickly looked at the back of the head in the person in front where images of the final scene from The Life of Brian played out in mind. And Eric Idle's cheeky grin.
For the committal, thay played Elvis Costello's "She".
Now. Now, childers, I *hate* Elvis Costello. And I loathe this song. And so again, I think I was glad for it, as I could just concentrate on Elvis Costello and just how much I think he's a smarmy git rather than look across the room and watch Katie's boyfriend sink to his knees. For some reason, I thought they might only play the first verse. I could feel the emotional tension threatening to pour out of me. And when I'm very nervous or suddenly shocked or upset, I have the tendency to burst out laughing. So I tried to focus my senses on other things. I knew if I started laughing it wouldn't stop until it reached a banshee creschendo. I started digging my nails into my palms. I stared at the sunflowers on the coffin with the intensity like I was trying to move them (like you know if you ever did when you were little, when you thought you might have telekinetic powers.... no? never did that? well, I did. And still do occassionally, just to prove to myself that I haven't evolved telekinetic powers with age. Usual stuff with the Gunson girls, you know.) I couldn't concentrate on Elvis' magical voice without him stealing my metaphorical goat of emotional resolve. So I tried to focus on any other background noise. A small whirrring noise.... where was it coming from, I wondered??
I think the whole.... theatrics behind the committal is a bit weird and creepy. I mean, a couple of nicely hemmed curtains being drawn at some kind coherent timing with the music is a bit odd. And that little "whirrrr" was the motor drawing the curtains, like The Bumble Bee of Death lolling and rolling gaily about the sunflowers. And when the curtains are shut, well... I know that the coffin is still behind the curtain! If I go over and swish them open, it'll still be there.
"whirrrrrr"
And the curtains closing, is that suppose to be the big finale? The big show down? Drawing the curtains on your life, your show?? but it was so short, it's not finished!
"whirrrrrrrrr"
Where's the encore?? (I was getting more enraged)
"whirrrrrrrrrrrrrr"
(noise increasing slightly in pitch as they get closer)
"whirrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
The motor sounded so loud to me, but I think it was just me. I'm don't even think the motor was audible.
"She, who always seems so happy in a crowd,
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud"
AAAAAH I HATE ELVIS COSTELLO SO MUCH - I couldn't believe they were going to play the rest of the song! At this point I nearly, SO nearly, burst out laughing in some kind of insane, throw-your-head-back-cackle. I managed to repress this all into a manic grin, accompanied by hot tears streaming down my bright red face.
I was going crazy inside. And I couldn't imagine what her family must be going through.
The final commendation.... curtains have already shut... I strained to hear the sound of... well, I wasn't sure what sound you would hear, maybe like the noise those frictionless rollers make when they roll your bag down after it being scanned by an airport x-ray machine. Would there be a sudden gust of hot air blast through the curtains as the coffin was sucked into a giant furnace?
No. No, just the curtains hung motionless and the only sounds were the whimpers of hurt hearts.
The final song was Bjork's "It's Oh So Quiet". And again, it was an upbeat choice. But I was looking around at all these other young, solem faces wearing bright colours and clutching hands.... and it was oh so quiet. It will be for Katie. And all that jazzy brightness was washing over all these lost people.
Crickey. Death is... weird.
So I put to you: what would be your funeral music??