City For The Lost: The way to go

Thursday, March 08, 2007

The way to go
Funny how noone really plans for their own funeral. So I've decided to plan mine so just in case anything happens to me, my dear friends you will know what to do.

Funny how funerals are always sad things. Why should the dead be mourned? We shouldn't be sad that they left the world. I think they should only grieve if the person has not lived a fulfilling life. If you have heard the song from rent, you will know what I meant.

"525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how can you measure
the life of a woman or man?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In
inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you
measure a year in the life?

How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of
love.It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends."

So when I go, I would love for everyone to celebrate my life. To remember my love, in songs and laughter.

I always imagined it at a beach. People I know gathering around a bonfire with flapping white linen tents and comfy armchairs, sharing stories of me. Poeple whom I loved (friends and all) singing for me. Remembering me in songs. Kind of like a mini concert in my memory. The only tears would be of memories and not grief.

At least this is what my funeral would be for me. How would I know if I end up in a coffin in some void deck with a lousy karaoke system set up in the corner. That's the good thing about death, and living in denial, i suppose, You choose to remember what you want to.

So there you go, should I go someday. This is the way I want to go. In wind and fire, in songs and laughter.
found it @ 8:39 PM
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