Now I lay me down to sleep...
I've been planning my funeral...again. That may sound morbid but it's not. I find a good deal of pleasure in planning my last party.
I'm not much of a social creature and my funeral may be the only event with me as the center of attention that I will be relaxed enough to enjoy.
Besides, I know when I am going to die. That's right. I took an internet quiz and it said I was going to live until I am 81. When I told LB about the quiz he asked me what I was going to die from. I told him a veneral disease. hahahahah. I wish you could have seen his face. It was priceless. Actually, I don't remember what it said was going to make me sh*t the sheets.
Anyway....
The other day I was sorting through my old c.d.s and came across Carole King's Tapestry. Geez o pete, I hadn't listened to that in years. When it came to the title song it struck me, what a lovely song for a funeral!
Just to refresh your memory it starts out with:
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the everchanging view
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold
Isn't that lovely? Well, then she goes on about some guy in a long coat sitting on a river rock and turning into a toad. Who the hell knows what she is rambling on about? I sure don't but it sounds remarkably like my life.
Then it ends with:
As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
A figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry's unravelling, he's come to take me back
He's come to take me back
Is that not the perfect funeral song?
I can just see everyone in my husband's family scratching their heads over that one.
Oh, oh, oh! I have found the perfect casket:
Tell me that isn't my best shot to get into heaven!
And finally the tombstone. Something simple. No angels, I don't want to push things. Just my name, date I was born and the day of my passing. And underneath I want to make the same statement I have made within 100 miles of leaving home on a trip for the past ten + years.
I think I left the iron on.
I've been planning my funeral...again. That may sound morbid but it's not. I find a good deal of pleasure in planning my last party.
I'm not much of a social creature and my funeral may be the only event with me as the center of attention that I will be relaxed enough to enjoy.
Besides, I know when I am going to die. That's right. I took an internet quiz and it said I was going to live until I am 81. When I told LB about the quiz he asked me what I was going to die from. I told him a veneral disease. hahahahah. I wish you could have seen his face. It was priceless. Actually, I don't remember what it said was going to make me sh*t the sheets.
Anyway....
The other day I was sorting through my old c.d.s and came across Carole King's Tapestry. Geez o pete, I hadn't listened to that in years. When it came to the title song it struck me, what a lovely song for a funeral!
Just to refresh your memory it starts out with:
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the everchanging view
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold
Isn't that lovely? Well, then she goes on about some guy in a long coat sitting on a river rock and turning into a toad. Who the hell knows what she is rambling on about? I sure don't but it sounds remarkably like my life.
Then it ends with:
As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
A figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry's unravelling, he's come to take me back
He's come to take me back
Is that not the perfect funeral song?
I can just see everyone in my husband's family scratching their heads over that one.
Oh, oh, oh! I have found the perfect casket:
Tell me that isn't my best shot to get into heaven!
And finally the tombstone. Something simple. No angels, I don't want to push things. Just my name, date I was born and the day of my passing. And underneath I want to make the same statement I have made within 100 miles of leaving home on a trip for the past ten + years.
I think I left the iron on.
posted by Victoria at 11:37 PM
1 Comments:
I keep telling you to get that iron that turns itself off -- just like the one we got my mom (she was so fond of fretting over that, too) -- but, knowing you as I do, you'd rather have the 'worry' than the 'assurance'
How about something a little more 'upbeat' like ...
"you caught me; you caught the tater"
that would set everyone on their ears, wouldn't it?
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