I’m not sure the appropriateness of this posting on Easter of all days, but because of that, I’m going with an uplifting song. Maybe the mourners at my funeral can picture me singing to them from heaven. I don’t think this song needs much more of an explanation, does it?
A song I want played at my funeral: Great Gig in the Sky, Pink Floyd
“And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I don’t mind.
Why should I be frightened of dying?
There’s no reason for it, you’ve gotta go sometime.”
“I never said I was frightened of dying.”
Keeping up with 2 little girls, writing assignments, music gigs, the house, laundry, ETC, backwards, wearing ass kicking boots and a smile, without spilling my beer. Ok, ok, so I spill my beer, but my floors have never been more germ-free since I started putting a little alcohol on them. Who needs ammonia...
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