Today's lyric:
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"Maybe you wonder where you are
I don't care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there...take you there."
Talking Heads: "Road to nowhere"
From the album: "Once in a lifetime"
Yesterday, we laid the body of our neighbour and friend D to rest.
He'd made it to four-score, had been married 57 years (produced some stunning grand-daughters) and was evidently quietly loved and respected by family, colleagues, social acquaintances and square-dancers alike.
Pragmatic and private, I hadn't expected quite so much religion in the committal, but each to his own.
Although the sky pilot* couldn't resist a dig/reference to D perhaps reviewing his attitude towards faith, as if - by this time, with him having been dead for ten days - it would make any effing difference about how his spirit might spend eternity?
Honestly, there won't be any god-botherers at my funeral. But if I get half the turn-out of people who crowded into the chapel yesterday - when it was pi55ing it down outside - I'll be well chuffed.
Assuming I'm aware, of course...
* vicar, priest, whatever
Labels: Griefage
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:25 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
