Overall, I'd Rather Be Sailing

Jan 09, 2005 23:47

Wow. Long strange weekend. Started off great... good theater, good friends, friendly wagering at the HUB. All good things. Spent Saturday with A's family and held my newborn nephew for the better half of the day. He threw up on me... I felt strangely protective and bonded to the little fucker. I mean hell, lots of guys have projectile vomited ( Read more... )

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gonzonia January 10 2005, 05:19:11 UTC
I figure..do what the hell you want. I'm gone. Funerals are for the living.

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maxmatahari January 10 2005, 07:35:18 UTC
I figure whatever. Put me out with the trash on Monday morning. Or fertilize the garden. Or give me to a bunch of necrophiliacs or something. I don't care. If I were to have my druthers, it would be to have my body, no shit, dumped in the woods or the everglades somewhere. Let nature take it back. I'm not really the kind of guy that believes that you go to Disneyland after you die to go rock out with Jimmi Hendrix and Jim Morrison, I think that we just decompose and transcend this (limited) existential plane we live on. Therefore, I'd like for my remains to not be isolted from the rest of the world around me.

However, if everyone insists on something more traditional, I have this suggestion: Pack my body cavity with Semtex and have everyone stand around a giant plunger and blow me up. Play happy music. Either that or cremate me and smoke me in a joint. That'd be good, too.

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careena January 14 2005, 17:24:47 UTC
Packing you with explosives is *more* traditional than leaving a corpse in the forest?

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maxmatahari January 14 2005, 17:39:24 UTC
Winkism has somewhat strange seeming mourning rituals to the uninitiated. Please don't mock my faith.

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on an exit with friends serialthrilla13 January 12 2005, 01:37:42 UTC
i guess mine would be more extravagant....12 of my best friends in whatever their favorite garb set me onto a barge and set it ablaze
like Arthur!....then the biggest Celtic celebration ever with drinking
and music and JOBSITE games...kind o' like the highland games but everyone is so out of shape they eventually hurt themselves!!!

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Re: on an exit with friends careena January 14 2005, 17:23:48 UTC
You realize, of course, that we're just going to end up selling your organs on the black market. The ones, that is, wot don't end up in museums.

Maybe the viking thing could be arranged...I think it would be awesome to do it right in the middle of Bayshore. And all the toffs would be like, "What the fuck, Muffy, they're ruining our view." Gee, maybe *my* spiteful ass wants that. In fact, just throw little chopped up bits of me onto their mansion windows. Splat!

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careena January 14 2005, 17:18:34 UTC
I never mentioned how sorry I am about your grandmother...I know you said you appreciate having had her longer than most people have theirs, but on some level, that takes more getting used to. :^/

As for my interment: I think everyone caught it here, but it's become more complicated. In addition to the opera gown, novelty tombstone, granite dildo sceptre, stake through the heart, and practical-joke governmental exhumation...I want something additional carved on my tombstone that'll fuck with posterity. Tell 'em I was some key politician, and confuse the historians.

Seriously, though...I'm with maxmatahari. I would so much rather have my grade A red meat in panthers' and wolves' bellies and the rest of me fertilizing an oak tree. HOWEVER, someone please keep locks of my hair on file so my perfect genetics can eventually be cloned. Ve vill haff a master race.

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