by Cannydc » Thu Apr 04, 2019 12:47 am
Rolluplostinspace wrote:art0hur0moh wrote:Rolluplostinspace wrote:A two bed shack in the woods with a pot bellied stove where I can attend my funeral.
Yes I plan on attending my funeral before I die. Why should others get all the beer and curly edged egg and cree sarnies while I'm dead?
I'm going to arrange a party a few months before I die and then if no one turns up when I'm dead cos they can't be arsed attending twice I won't mind because I'll be dead. It's not easy to do though.
Timing and shit.
I'm getting healthier and fitter!
Aint that weird?
So I have no idea if I'll be able to pull it off and as far as the shack goes ... it might just be happening for me in a couple of years if only the old bastard that owns it just now will hurry up and fucking die!
the vast majority of Beings fight to the last breath.
Going to my own funeral was inspired by something in a magazine years ago can't remember who it was now.
Forgot all about it then someone else was talking about it recently can't remember who or where though.
Radio 4 maybe in the last few weeks and seeing as I'm older now it struck a chord with more resonance this time.
I'm really up for a good party.
Tm Sawyer attended his own funeral with Huckleberry Finn.
One of my abiding memories from an early reading experience.
"Aunt Polly entered, followed by Sid and Mary, and they by the Harper family, all in deep black, and the whole congregation, the old minister as well, rose reverently and stood until the mourners were seated in the front pew. There was another communing silence, broken at intervals by muffled sobs, and then the minister spread his hands abroad and prayed.
A moving hymn was sung, and the text followed: "I am the Resurrection and the Life."
As the service proceeded, the clergyman drew such pictures of the graces, the winning ways, and the rare promise of the lost lads that every soul there, thinking he recognized these pictures, felt a pang in remembering that he had persistently blinded himself to them always before, and had as persistently seen only faults and flaws in the poor boys. The minister related many a touching incident in the lives of the departed, too, which illustrated their sweet, generous natures, and the people could easily see, now, how noble and beautiful those episodes were, and remembered with grief that at the time they occurred they had seemed rank rascalities, well deserving of the cowhide. The congregation became more and more moved, as the pathetic tale went on, till at last the whole company broke down and joined the weeping mourners in a chorus of anguished sobs, the preacher himself giving way to his feelings, and crying in the pulpit.
There was a rustle in the gallery, which nobody noticed; a moment later the church door creaked; the minister raised his streaming eyes above his handkerchief, and stood transfixed!
First one and then another pair of eyes followed the minister's, and then almost with one impulse the congregation rose and stared while the three dead boys came marching up the aisle, Tom in the lead, Joe next, and Huck, a ruin of drooping rags, sneaking sheepishly in the rear! They had been hid in the unused gallery listening to their own funeral sermon!"
http://www.cleavebooks.co.uk/grol/twain/tom17.htm[quote="Rolluplostinspace"][quote="art0hur0moh"][quote="Rolluplostinspace"]A two bed shack in the woods with a pot bellied stove where I can attend my funeral.
Yes I plan on attending my funeral before I die. Why should others get all the beer and curly edged egg and cree sarnies while I'm dead?
I'm going to arrange a party a few months before I die and then if no one turns up when I'm dead cos they can't be arsed attending twice I won't mind because I'll be dead. It's not easy to do though.
Timing and shit.
I'm getting healthier and fitter! :ooer:
Aint that weird?
So I have no idea if I'll be able to pull it off and as far as the shack goes ... it might just be happening for me in a couple of years if only the old bastard that owns it just now will hurry up and fucking die![/quote]
the vast majority of Beings fight to the last breath.[/quote]
Going to my own funeral was inspired by something in a magazine years ago can't remember who it was now.
Forgot all about it then someone else was talking about it recently can't remember who or where though.
Radio 4 maybe in the last few weeks and seeing as I'm older now it struck a chord with more resonance this time.
I'm really up for a good party.[/quote]
Tm Sawyer attended his own funeral with Huckleberry Finn.
One of my abiding memories from an early reading experience.
"Aunt Polly entered, followed by Sid and Mary, and they by the Harper family, all in deep black, and the whole congregation, the old minister as well, rose reverently and stood until the mourners were seated in the front pew. There was another communing silence, broken at intervals by muffled sobs, and then the minister spread his hands abroad and prayed.
A moving hymn was sung, and the text followed: "I am the Resurrection and the Life."
As the service proceeded, the clergyman drew such pictures of the graces, the winning ways, and the rare promise of the lost lads that every soul there, thinking he recognized these pictures, felt a pang in remembering that he had persistently blinded himself to them always before, and had as persistently seen only faults and flaws in the poor boys. The minister related many a touching incident in the lives of the departed, too, which illustrated their sweet, generous natures, and the people could easily see, now, how noble and beautiful those episodes were, and remembered with grief that at the time they occurred they had seemed rank rascalities, well deserving of the cowhide. The congregation became more and more moved, as the pathetic tale went on, till at last the whole company broke down and joined the weeping mourners in a chorus of anguished sobs, the preacher himself giving way to his feelings, and crying in the pulpit.
There was a rustle in the gallery, which nobody noticed; a moment later the church door creaked; the minister raised his streaming eyes above his handkerchief, and stood transfixed!
First one and then another pair of eyes followed the minister's, and then almost with one impulse the congregation rose and stared while the three dead boys came marching up the aisle, Tom in the lead, Joe next, and Huck, a ruin of drooping rags, sneaking sheepishly in the rear! They had been hid in the unused gallery listening to their own funeral sermon!"
http://www.cleavebooks.co.uk/grol/twain/tom17.htm
