by The Ace1983 » Wed Mar 22, 2006 11:36 am
My body would be brought in on a stretcher sought of thing by 6 hooded monks, while 12 virgins in white velvet robes scatter rare rose petals infront of and behind my body. A chorus of Budhist monks would line the walk throat singing.
Inside the church the atmosphere would be lightened up a lot. I'd have "Always look on the bright side of life", "My Sweet Lord" and "Gumboots" (Paul Simon) and readings of my work as well as something from Byron and I'd like some tearful woman reading that W.H. Auden poem from "4 weddings..."
Now here is the legendary bit. I'd have a stone obelisk erected at the top of the far hill in the grave yard, black Marble, and engraved onto it would be the words "My body lies, but still I roam..." and a small brass plaque with some personal things. So it's erected the night before the funeral, and my pyre is set up around it. So the buddhist monks start their throat singing and everyone comes out of the church and they walk up the hill towards what they think is just my pyre. I'm laid a top and the fires are lit,and as all the tearful mourners watch, the wod collapses and the obelisk rises from the ashes.
Then I'd start haunting people (protecting and freaking out) and spend the rest of the time (that the Earth is around) watching women getting undressed before I ascend to heaven.
