I feel guilty for the last rant so it's back to real time.
We've all expressed various degrees of death fear, and I'm at the top end of that scale, but that doesn't mean I can't dream about featuring in an episode of pimp my funeral.
Old school Catholic rituals for me please. A spattering of Irish in the ceremony with a complete ban on gospel choir cheese. No surprises for guessing I'd like the general appearance to look like this:
Only if my departure is due to a tragedy of love would it be fitting to use Wagner's Tristan & Isolde as they did in this film. My ceremony will culminate of course in Beethoven's 9th Symphony; however, I wouldn't say no to this piece at the offertory or communion to get the emotion going:
My preference is to be buried in Glasnevin or a nice old cemetery, but most of them are full. I haven't solved this problem yet. My local feeder cemetery is a drab field beside the airport; devoid of history and character, it would fit perfect in any Communist bloc state.
As for the epitath? That's another day's work, but if I had to choose on the spot, it would have to be...
...it's a funny old world.