Sunday, 28 October 2007

But I Worked Something Out Last Night, That Changed This Little Boys Brain

There’s a car advert out at the moment.

It features the song ‘Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay’ by Otis Redding. Perhaps foolishly, I always feel sad when the advert comes onto the television..

The song was played at my Gramp’s funeral. I wasn’t nearly old enough to remember the event. I’m not even sure I was actually there, but it’s a little fact I know. My Mum once told me she was going to ruin the song for me, and told me she wanted it played at her own funeral.

Death isn’t something I like to dwell on. I’m sure that’s probably the case for all people. I’m not too concerned with my own death, it’s the fact that people I love will someday die. I constantly fret that my Mum will die everytime she is ill. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a ridiculous notion when you understand the complexity of a disease she and my uncle live with. That’s half my issue with moving away from home. Is that I’m not there…

This is all arbitrary though. My main focus of this was to clarify what songs I would like played at my funeral should it hit sometime soon.

Oasis – She’s Electric
No reason, not because I think I’m amazing, or relate to the song. I just remember loving it when I was younger and in one particular memory, singing it the car to my Nans house.

The Libertines – What Katie Did
Purely some self loving here. Katie is my name. End.

The Wombats – Let’s Dance To Joy Division
I enjoy the prospect of inanity. I also enjoy being inappropriate. I’d like to see people being confused about a dancey indie tune at a morbid funeral.

I don’t want people to wear suits.. Equally I don’t want people to wear clothes they’d be uncomfortable wearing to a funeral. In fact, I want people to wear the clothes they’d wear was this just a general day. I don’t want to put people through the hassle of suits and the like.

Of course.. I plan this, having never been to a funeral at the age of 19. Perhaps everything I plan is inappropriate or awkward. But that’s the way I see it in my head, and that’s the only way I’ll ever get to see my own funeral.

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