- There has to be a bagpiper playing "Amazing Grace." Maybe another song or two, but that hymn's the biggie.
- I want someone to sing Warren Zevon's "Keep Me In Your Heart". Don't care who. Just somebody.
- Most importantly, I want my funeral to be a PARTY. Eat some good food, drink some fine adult beverages. Maybe break out the Trivial Pursuit. Just have fun.
So, y'all have been put on notice. And if the above isn't carried out, I'll haunt each and every one of you from beyond the grave.
Please forgive the morbid thoughts. You can pin it on the fact that, as a cost cutting measure, I've been eating literally the same damn food for the past two weeks: a cheap microwaveable meal and a couple of spoonfuls of peanut butter for lunch, grilled cheese sandwiches (and maybe some soup) for dinner. It's amazingly inexpensive, but grows quite old very quickly.
Clever title, huh? Serious subject matter, a Scottish proverb, and I'm currently drinking several wee drams of single malt Scotch. It works on so many levels.