the world of gayeFUNERAL FOR A FRIEND
June 12th 2008 07:21
Attending a funeral for a friend the other day got me to thinking. I sat there looking around at my friends in pain and listening to sad songs and at the coffin sitting in front of me and thought to myself, “I don’t want this to happen when I die”, so after some thought this is what I have come up with.
Of course I want everyone to be so devastated they can’t possibly go on, but I would also like it to be an occasion that would never be forgotten because it was full of incredible music, lots of stories that would prove to the wailing crowd how truly unique I was, and an airbrushed picture blown up to huge proportions that could show off my everlasting beauty
I picture hundreds of people slowly walking to their seats to the sounds of Dusty Springfield singing “Going Back” and then when they are all seated and look to the alter there is a fantastic stage prepared with a full band of the best muso’s and a gospel choir of about two hundred, of course I’m dead so coming up with all these thing’s is not my problem !! AND THEN……..the choir break into ‘Oh happy day” just like in sister act only better.
Everybody isrejoicing and they all start to sing along and sway with the sheer power of the music, and my coffin is rocking. Then it goes quiet as person after person gets up to tell them all how I enhanced their lives and how blessed they were to know me. There is utter disbelief because they all know never again will they know the experience of gaye (ME). I smile slyly as I lay quietly and listen to the love in the room, they don’t know I can’t wait to get the party started because when it’s over I can finally get together with the man of my dreams…..yes folks, Marvin Gaye is waiting and I’m wearing my best clothes, he won’t be able to resist.
After everyone has picked themselves up off the floor because they all collapsed with sorrow, it’s time for some fun. The sounds of Aretha Franklin fill the air and six godlike men lift me on their shoulders and dance me down the aisle to the beat of “respect”. I have stipulated to everyone I am not to be buried until after the party, after all what’s a good party without Gaye there. And so I lay in a corner while everyone dances and sings to the sweet sounds of Motown. Of course the last song of the night is The Four Tops singing “GET READY HERE I COME”, and the crowd winds down after a fantastic night. I am buried under a palm tree right next door to a disco so I don’t get lonely, and there are so many people throwing themselves on my grave the cranes have to be called in to lift them off. There is a six foot pile of flowers of every variety and a box of the best chocolates in case I get the munchies,
and when everyone is satisfied I am in the best spot in the cemetery they gather themselves and go home leaving me in great expectation of the eternity ahead with Marvin. Gee I hope he’s nice???
Of course I want everyone to be so devastated they can’t possibly go on, but I would also like it to be an occasion that would never be forgotten because it was full of incredible music, lots of stories that would prove to the wailing crowd how truly unique I was, and an airbrushed picture blown up to huge proportions that could show off my everlasting beauty
I picture hundreds of people slowly walking to their seats to the sounds of Dusty Springfield singing “Going Back” and then when they are all seated and look to the alter there is a fantastic stage prepared with a full band of the best muso’s and a gospel choir of about two hundred, of course I’m dead so coming up with all these thing’s is not my problem !! AND THEN……..the choir break into ‘Oh happy day” just like in sister act only better.
Everybody isrejoicing and they all start to sing along and sway with the sheer power of the music, and my coffin is rocking. Then it goes quiet as person after person gets up to tell them all how I enhanced their lives and how blessed they were to know me. There is utter disbelief because they all know never again will they know the experience of gaye (ME). I smile slyly as I lay quietly and listen to the love in the room, they don’t know I can’t wait to get the party started because when it’s over I can finally get together with the man of my dreams…..yes folks, Marvin Gaye is waiting and I’m wearing my best clothes, he won’t be able to resist.
After everyone has picked themselves up off the floor because they all collapsed with sorrow, it’s time for some fun. The sounds of Aretha Franklin fill the air and six godlike men lift me on their shoulders and dance me down the aisle to the beat of “respect”. I have stipulated to everyone I am not to be buried until after the party, after all what’s a good party without Gaye there. And so I lay in a corner while everyone dances and sings to the sweet sounds of Motown. Of course the last song of the night is The Four Tops singing “GET READY HERE I COME”, and the crowd winds down after a fantastic night. I am buried under a palm tree right next door to a disco so I don’t get lonely, and there are so many people throwing themselves on my grave the cranes have to be called in to lift them off. There is a six foot pile of flowers of every variety and a box of the best chocolates in case I get the munchies,
and when everyone is satisfied I am in the best spot in the cemetery they gather themselves and go home leaving me in great expectation of the eternity ahead with Marvin. Gee I hope he’s nice???
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