My Funky Funeral is Born. Our Inspiration.
Well it all started with a funeral … my mums.
When she died a few years ago, my family and I arranged the funeral in a
type of blinded autopilot. We didn’t have a clue what she would have wanted
and to be honest, engulfed with grief, we didn’t have the strength to care.
Like so many of us, she’d joked about how she would like her final send off
to go, but she’d never written anything down, and none of us could remember
what she’d said. I did, however, know that her favourite song was Hot
Chocolate’s “ Put You Together Again” a melody about sadness and loss, but
how at the end of the tunnel there be would be light and strength. A song
that I felt was her message to us all.
So after I had made a gut wrenching speech about the goodness and
selflessness of the woman we were so proud to call our mum, I turned to a
friend whose simple task it was to press the correct number on the CD
player.
Now somehow my friend, God bless her, managed to play the wrong track and “I Believe in Miracles… You Sexy Thing” filled the church.
After an initial intake of breath, we all let out a huge relieved laugh,
knowing full well that my mum had something to do with the faux pas. The
funky ‘I Believe in Miracles … You Sexy Thing’, played until its rightful
end, much to the chagrin of the vicar!
So from then on, my chat up line, after a few alcoholic beverages was no
longer, “You come here often?” but “So … what’s your funeral song?”.
The enthusiasm the question evoked, led to the birth of My Funky Funeral.
So… you readers out there, WHAT’S YOUR FUNERAL SONG?
And so it begins …
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April 23rd, 2007 at 7:08 pm
It’s strange to say but it is such a relief to be able to laugh at a funeral. I remember feeling like that at my grandfather’s funeral. The priest who gave the sermon was French (most of my family is French, though some of us only speak English). So the priest tried to give some of the sermon in English but he kept getting the words wrong (for example, instead of saying STRUGGLES in life he said SCRABBLES in life)! The funny part was, my grandfather was always getting words mixed up when he would speak English to us (even though he was an English teacher). We tried for ages to tell him that a hoppergrass was in fact a grasshopper, but we just couldn’t seem to get it through his head! Needless to say, the priest captured a part of my grandfather’s personality that made us all smile, even though we were paying our final respects to such a wonderful man.
April 24th, 2007 at 7:28 am
my funeral song has not been written yet …i’m gonna live long time!
April 24th, 2007 at 3:45 pm
I’M BEING CREMATED TO THE TUNE OF “BURN BABY BURN”
April 24th, 2007 at 5:30 pm
my funeral song? ..easy Imagine …Well you may say I’m dreamer but I’m not the only one.
April 25th, 2007 at 5:40 pm
website bout death and funerals ..wel it aint gonna go out of fashion now is it? ‘message in bottle’ would be my song no reason just want to mess with peoples heads