What song do you want played at your funeral ???
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"Everything Good" by Ashes Remain
"40" by U2
"How Great Thou Art"
"40" by U2
"How Great Thou Art"
Forever Young- Bob Dylan
For a Dancer- Jackson Browne
Knocking on Heaven's Door -Dylan
For a Dancer- Jackson Browne
Knocking on Heaven's Door -Dylan
John Prine- My Old Kentucky Home
Sturgill Simpson: Just Let Go (Metamodern version)
Sturgill Simpson: All Around You (Cuttin Grass version)
Sturgill Simpson: Just Let Go (Metamodern version)
Sturgill Simpson: All Around You (Cuttin Grass version)
No funeral for me. Worst custom/ritual ever started by mankind. I won’t have it.
But I would like to know that immediate family and a few friends gather for a party once I’m gone. Must be happy, not sad. They’ll need to drink up all the wine I’ve got stashed in my basement and play some of my favorite music. Lots of SRV and Double Trouble, Gov’t Mule, The Black Keys, and The Allman Bothers Band.
But I would like to know that immediate family and a few friends gather for a party once I’m gone. Must be happy, not sad. They’ll need to drink up all the wine I’ve got stashed in my basement and play some of my favorite music. Lots of SRV and Double Trouble, Gov’t Mule, The Black Keys, and The Allman Bothers Band.
This song has been a great pick me up, whenever I've felt down.
Before his death, Parsons stated that he wanted his body cremated at Joshua Tree and his ashes spread over Cap Rock, a prominent natural feature there. However, Parsons' stepfather Bob organized a private ceremony back in New Orleans and neglected to invite any of his friends from the music industry.[49] Two accounts state that Bob Parsons stood to inherit Gram's share of his grandfather's estate if he could prove that Gram was a resident of Louisiana, explaining his eagerness to have him buried there.[50][51]
Parsons' makeshift memorial in Joshua Tree, California
To fulfill Parsons' funeral wishes, Kaufman and a friend stole his body from Los Angeles International Airport and in a borrowed hearse, they drove it to Joshua Tree. Upon reaching the Cap Rock section of the park, they attempted to cremate Parsons' body by pouring five gallons of gasoline into the open coffin and throwing a lit match inside; what resulted was an enormous fireball.
The two were arrested several days later. Since there was no law against stealing a dead body, they were only fined $750[52] for stealing the coffin and were not prosecuted for leaving 35 pounds (16 kg) of his charred remains in the desert. What remained of Parsons' body was eventually buried in Garden of Memories Cemetery in Metairie, Louisiana.
The site of Parsons' cremation is today known as The Cap Rock Parking Lot. A local myth brings Parsons fans out to a large rock flake known to rock climbers as The Gram Parsons Memorial Hand Traverse. This myth was popularized when someone added a slab that marked Parsons' cremation to the memorial rock. The slab has since been removed by the U.S. National Park Service, and relocated to the Joshua Tree Inn. There is no monument at Cap Rock noting Parsons' cremation at the site.[53] Joshua Tree park guides are given the option to tell the story of Parsons' cremation during tours, but there is no mention of the act in official maps or brochures.[53] Fans regularly assemble simple rock structures and writings on the rock, which the Park Service periodically removes.[53]
Same. Maybe even break out those Double Door Inn discs.
That annoying sound when they test the emergency broadcast system.
My wife and I have had a conversation about this exact subject before and these are four I told her then. She wrote them down so I assume it’s going to happen at some point.
Then we will just play "She blinded me with science" while the med students are carving you up
Same! Paperwork is all done and filed away, and immediate family all know the details. I’ll become a practice body for surgical students, after they harvest whatever organs or tissues that someone else might need.
in reality when I die I really don't care what you do with my body. Toss it in a river, feed it to hungry kangaroos, dress it up as Oscar the Grouch and burn it in a trash can. As long as none of the remnants end up in Tennessee its all good.