I love you baby, and I always will. Ever since I put your picture in a frame...
"Lay your head where my heart used to be
on the earth above me.
Lay down in the green grass
and tell me you love me."
I was reading a friend's journal, and it got me thinking about love and death. All Stills references aside, this topic runs through my head pretty often. Who's going to kneel down on my grave? What will the obituary say? How is my life going to be described in a paragraph?
Christopher Raymond: Husband, whaler, three-time GT snow-racing champion, amazing lover, and constant bender of the truth...
Then it hit me like an abusive blackjack dealer, my goal in life is to make my obituary unbelievably difficult to write. I have to do so many amazing things in my life that it will take some thought as to what should be left out.
How he sailed the world on a raft made from penguins?
When he discovered that the cure for both cancer and AIDS, was ginger ale?
How he spread the rumour that everyone that works in the oil business is actually homosexual, spurring massive oil conservation efforts by the homophobic american public?
These all sound like too much work. I've got to do something, but just not as drastic. I just don't want it saying, "Bookkeeper; Died in a pay toilet".
Good God, lay down the sod, 'n take my car keys and my strife.
I'm a lucky guy in a lot of ways. Love, in one form or another, is always around me. Y'know, except family functions. I take depressing satisfaction in the fact that the grass above me in my grave will be visited often, and watered by the tears of people I've shared words with. Tom Waits really scared me by describing the loneliness of the grave.
"Don't say good-bye to me,
Describe the sky to me"
Chilling.
All the more reason for cremation.
Peace be to the pre-corpses,
Christopher