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Have you watched the film "Dreams" by Akira Kurosawa? There's this bit there wherein a whole village is rejoicing because their neighbor died. They say they are happy because they are sending him off with their regards to a better place. I never forgot that. When I die I want rejoicing too. I had a happy life. Good friends, good memories, interesting experiences. I want to leave my organs behind-- my eyes, kidneys, and other useful parts-- the physical manifestation of the joys i've experienced using them as tools to see/hear/feel all the pleasures (and some of the pain) the world gives. My friends should be rejoicing, each day a fiesta of sorts, in costumes, with djs spinning my favorite tunes per day letting others enjoy songs I adored so much whilst living. Let us have ReggaeMondays, JazzTuesdays, WorldMusicWednesdays, Classical/LaidbackThursdays and Electronica/punk/DanceFridays. If possible, have my friends eat the food I loved since childhood: tamarind sweets,cheap cheese curls, lychee jellies, isaw (ask me what this is), watermelon seeds drinking tapioca and jelly in brown sugar syrup as snacks during the wake. Board games, charades, any game possible to make sure everyone's having fun--cause I sure had lots of it when I was alive. :D
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