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A few years back, during undergraduate days, one of my brothers was musing about his idea of an ideal funeral for him when that time came. He wanted to be cremated, have his friends gather near a fast running creek near where he grew up, pop a bottle of champagne, scatter his ashes over the waters of that creek, and everyone lift a glass to his memory as they played a recording of the Canto in D.
I thought this was pretty good but suggested for mine I would like everyone to gather in the party room of our chapter house, pop a fresh brew, play Louie, Louie on the juke box, and flush my ashes down the john.
Stricken, he looked hard at me and allowed as to how I had ruined his funeral.
I asked, you are kidding, right? Naw, he answered, I like your idea a whole lot better!
So, when that day comes, and not too soon I hope, there will be a gang of us having a unique send off.
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