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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460159" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My wake, my funeral, my celebration</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death<br>could be full of surprises.<br>I'm not Irish; but if you were to do<br>the full Irish thing - take my corpse out of the coffin, <br>dance wildly round the room with it one by one -<br>it'd make my day; <br>I'd remember it all my, death<br>and I bet you would too.<br>Though perhaps the tango would be a bit too far.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The funeral: <br>the not-too-many invitations should say<br>'Dress code: happy'. That I'd really like to see.<br>So I'll be standing at the lych-gate<br>like a reporter from the local rag<br>checking you in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if you don't attend - that's OK. I wouldn't like to die<br>a hypocrite; there'll be plenty of folk I shall be meeting<br>whose funeral I didn't attend, believing as I do<br>that funerals are for family and just those friends<br>who wouldn't miss it for the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forget the flowers - I'd rather see flowers live until they die, <br>like me; not wither like day-brief memories, <br>as floral tributes flat on the slab like beached dolphins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing the old favourites. And if you don't know the tunes or words, <br>I'm gently sorry for you - it's good to have them to remember, somewhere back there in the mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if you must have little speeches, <br>I think I'll just take a stroll round the graveyard during that bit; <br>praise only makes me regret more what I didn't do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then if you're so busy that you leave after the service, <br>that's OK - but I'd like to think the best were still to come -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the 'do' afterwards - ah, I'll join you for that: <br>make it a good one; no food is too good<br>for the living. I'd like to be the one<br>handing round the plates of goodies; <br>whose forearm you gently touch in passing<br>to murmur a brief word about being missed<br>which may be truly meant<br>or found to be true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm not really conversant with this recent 'Celebration' thing<br>though it seems an excellent idea, so positive: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd like it, then, to be like that of my beloved friend, John: <br>where rather than just summon up memories and<br>share them with each other, <br>we seemed to be basking in the indescribable privilege<br>of his friendship<br>and his love; <br>which I guess in my case as in his would thus be truly<br>eternal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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could be full of surprises.
I'm not Irish; but if you were to do
the full Irish thing - take my corpse out of the coffin, 
dance wildly round the room with it one by one -
it'd make my day; 
I'd remember it all my, death
and I bet you would ..."></div>
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