at_your_funeral pinhead gunpowder i'll bring cake and a keg, yes i can hardly wait til the day they read your eulogy ha ha ha at your family 010610 ... bijou "let's be honest guys", i'll say better late than never. 011006 ... distorted tendencies I'll dress in white lace with white rose petals in my hair and I'll come up to your casket and kiss you upon your cold dead lips.You'll be buried in the sunlight, where you'll never decay. You'll shine forever. 011006 ... sheryl I will step up to the mic and tell the world the type of person you really are 011006 ... Casey The ground will be littered with thousands of flowers, and the air filled with thousands of people weeping and remembering. 011006 ... god i will be cremated, sprinkled lightly over the finest ganja available, and my friends will smoke me away. 011006 ... unhinged i would like to think that there would be plenty of flowers. all those horrible arrangements of carantions and lilies and roses with the big ugly ribbons. and all those posterboards with picture collages that seem to make their way into every funeral home i've ever been in. i wouldn't mind a shrine to my life. and maybe the longest procession of cars my town has ever seen on the way to the cemetery...but wait a second, i'm being cremated. i would like to think that students of mine would come from all over the world to my funeral. if there is one thing left that i have an ego about it would be the attendance of my funeral. i would like to hope there would be droves and droves of people but somehow i know there won't be. hopefully, i will outlive everyone in my family except my siblings and their children. sometimes the only thought that ever stopped me from killing myself was that if i did no one would come to my funeral. just one hint of the dies irae...any requiem mass. maybe the most perfect funeral would be the love of my life reading the tibetan book of the dead over my body while my remaining family left food out for my wandering soul to eat. i think i could fantasize about death all day. 011007 ... Aimee there will be about 150 people... 3/4 of them will be there to make sure i'm really dead 011007 ... Erin I will sing the requium.......at your funeral I will sing the requium..... --Saves the day 011022 ... Norm We'll drink to you like we always do but now, because you're dead my good bro why'd you have to go I'm glad you enjoyed your life 011022 ... Dafremen I plan on making it very entertaining. That's the only thing I'll be having one for, for you folks...hell, I'll be on my way back to the river ready to play my next role in this beautiful creation. (see also: MEET_ROGER_DAFREMEN The River of Life) Again, I really hope that you'll all be highly entertained. One last something to help you forget, and maybe..just maybe, so one or a few of you will remember. 011022 ... lost hopefully it wont be yours but maybe mine. 011022 ... pinkish I want everyone to eat me for dinner. 011022 ... psychobabe would you guys come to my funeral? 011025 ... silentbob Shore 011025 ... lost if i knew where you lived i definetly would. 011025 ... Keemeers ...there would be chimpanzees and free snorkling lessons in the holy water. I'd make sure a laugh track was running and people wore fuscia. There'd be a procession of loincloth-clad men, bearing trays of fruit and only serving the women. It'd be Bedlam. 011025 ... sabbie your funeral, my trial. 011026 ... psychobabe heh lost i live in minnesota, thats awesome so far i have lost and bobby who will come 011026 ... silentbob lay me down on the dinner table i will be the pig with the apple in my mouth the food to celebrate your end 020403 ... yummychuckle psychobabe, i'll come. ~~~~~ at your funeral she shook with final understanding and I shook my head its such a shame such a shame. 020403 ... pralines&cream I'll die before I make it there. 020403 ... reitoei i will mock you. i will dance on your casket and spit on your face and insult you for the last time. and then i will collapse in despair and sorrow, for you won after all:i still live and you are free from all that plagues me. 020404 ... god i won't cry 020405 ... lady lunchbox i'll be sitting in the front, comforting our crying children and allowing them to comfort me. i'll speak kind words, break down in tears...and when it's all over, i'll spread your ashes on every continent and in each ocean, just like you want. i only hope you'll let me stick around long enough to do that for you. i don't want to have to read about it in the papers. 020405 ... thatsme yes i bring a cadaver. and some cookies (the shortbread type). oh we awt to start a registristratoin site (uhh spelling) for this party. 020406 ... silentbob loves you saves_the_day 020406 ... yoink i will be completely paralyzed no emotion could ever be so brazen as to estimate my thoughts i'll wish i was a robot or i'll wish i was you. 020421 ... yoink i'll bring shit, bc i know it is your favoritest fuckin meal we could have shit together i could eat your shit you could be buried with some of mine we used to shit in the old days shitty shit shitaroo 020421 ... redneckk thanks for taking my thoughts but you really need to stop doing that it is mass trickery 020421 ... yoink oh? ok. i wash my hands of the matter 020421 ... Sailor Jupiter I love this song. I want techno music at my funeral. It'll be my 1st and last rave. 020422 ... poetic_onslaught at your funeral, ill take people outside and kick their ass if they cry too hard and bring the attention to them...unless its someone really really close, then ill just move them out the session. ill shut up anyone who walks around the funeral trying to tell everyone that its gonna be ok. i will be mad at the people that feel sorry for me losing you. dont feel sorry for me you dumb fuck, im not the one thats gone, respect the deceased. i will keep your memory alive as long as i live. 020422 ... Rhin i had to play hostess again. greeting everyone with this 'i'm not suicidal and i'm not having a nervous breakdown' smile on my face, and it made me ill. i had to stand by your casket with so many different people all night long for almost 3 days that it actually began to grow on me. at one point i had held your lifeless hand for so long that it became warm. i freaked out thinking you weren't really dead. i tried to convince anyone who would listen that you were still alive. after the uncomfortable silence, hushed whispers about my mental state began to fly about the room. i'm surprised that they didn't commit me then. oh, one more thing baby, your brother showed up at your funeral obviously drunk and probably strung out. he made a complete ass of himself. i was completely mortified. ok i agree that he was upset and not everyone handles death in a calm and rational manner (i'm the perfect example of that...i mean i even ironed the socks and boxer shorts that you were buried in!), but when he jumped onto a motorized quad chair and began mowing down flower arrangements and the people surrounding them, it was a little embarrassing to say the least. regardless, the service was very emotional. all of your friends were crying. it was a very weird thing to witness. all of those grown men blubbering like babies. you would have been honored. they really loved you i guess. although at one point during the funeral i wondered if maybe they were just upset that they didn't have a chance to settle some secret score with you. i guess we'll never know, will we?! you just had to go and leave me here on this stinking planet without you. well now, that was a selfish thought wasn't it? i'm sorry for saying that. i just miss you. 020423 ... kerry i was looking all over the internet for the "At your funeral" lyrics by Saves the Day, it's such a great song, but i couldn't find them anywhere... 020423 ... burden I want a huge bronze tricycle for everyone to sit on. Fuck that pew stuff. Let the vultures eat me. ZOROASSSStrianism. 020726 ... phil today 020729 ... Zed At my funeral I want Pearl Jam 'Alive' playing. I also want to be strapped into a mechanism in my coffin that reacts to a pressur point on the floor next to the casket, so that when people come to look in the coffin I am sprung up suddenly and a recording of my voice screams. I just think it would scare the crap out of people. I think it's important that you do that. 021115 ... p2 per kerry's request: This song will become the anthem of your underground. You're two floors down getting high in the back room. If I flooded out your house, do you think you'd make it out, or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs? And at your funeral I will sing the requiem. I'd offer you my hand but it would hurt too much to watch you die. And you can bet when we mourn the death of you that night that they'll lay me on the dinner table and I will be the pig with the apple in my mouth, the food that celebrates your end. And at your funeral I will sing the requiem. I'd offer you my hand, it would hurt too much to watch you die. 021115 ... silentbob yeah, kerry, that's weird you couldn't find them anywhere. i've seen countless pages with lryics on them. if you had gone to their official page it would have given you a link to www.staywhatyouare.com which has all the lyrics from that cd 021115 ... love & hate i will take your hand. 040511 ... Deomis Would they even notice if your soul had slipped from this earth? Would anyone be there watching them lower you to become a fogotten face just a memory carved in stone? Will anyone be at your funeral? 040511 ... belowitsearth Probably not, I've thought about that and I won't have a funeral...but it's not like I would notice that anyone was there or not. I'd be fucking dead! 040830 ... suicidalchinadoll I might feel the need to throw myself onto your funeral pyre if I even still hold the right to light it... 040831 ... Deomis This song will become the anthem of your underground. You're two floors down getting high in the back room. If I flooded out your house, do you think you'd make it out, or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs? And at your funeral I will sing the requiem. This song will become the anthem of your underground. You're two floors down getting high in the back room. If I flooded out your house, do you think you'd make it out, or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs? And at your funeral I will sing the requiem. I'd offer you my hand it would hurt too much to watch you die. And you can bet when we mourn the death of you that night of you that night! that they'll lay me on the dinner table and I will be the pig with the apple in my mouth, the food that celebrates your end. And at your funeral I will sing the requiem. I'd offer you my hand, it would hurt too much to watch you die and at your funeral I will sing the requiem I'd offer you my hand, it would hurt too much to watch you die. -saves the day 040918 ... sweetheart of the song tra bong We sat in the third row and the smell of lilies was overwhelming and now I hate them. Your mom wore a pair of your shoes. Everything was said twice - one in Korean, once in English - but when we sang we all sang together, everyone ending on different syllables, the room filled with opposing sounds. We stared at your pictures and at your open casket. Mostly, we cried. 040918 ... ivyducktwilightseto I'll laugh because I won't have to deal with you anymore and cry because I'll realize I can't go on without you . 040919 ... the cheer-up kid Funeral's make me horny. At my funeral I'd like people to fuck in that desperate urgent way you imagine people do when the plane's going down... 040920 ... Piso Mojado i put up two pictures of you in silver frames by the doors. you were in a plain casket, dark brown. sitting in the front pew i clutched jonathan's hand. friends, roy, coworkers, and all the congregants we always laughed about filled the chapel solomnly -for you they came. your sisters spoke beautifully. i ran out of tissues. the terrible reality of it all hit when we wheeled your body down from the bima through the chapel to the herse outside. painpainpain. and we all walked to your graveside, under bright sunlight. kaddish. 041031 ... Somebody that I used to know I still can picture the "what would happen if"... If you had died that night. If you had finally succeded. It was my fault, I made you die. I pushed you, pushed off your pedistule. No one should have endured the things I told you. You asked me, You hurt me, You wouldn't let me go. You made me tell you those things. You would not have left if I hadn't told you something truely terrible. But it is still my fault. Your family hates me, but you dont. You never will. I don't understand. You should hate me by now. I killed you. 041107 what's it to you? who go blather from