Take a long, last bow

Funerals aren't for the deceased.

I just thought I'd make that mind shattering
revelation, that I'm sure all my jaded, nihlist
friends are already quite aware of.

Funerals are selfish institutions. No one there
truly care about what the dead want. They want
what THEY want. What is going to make them feel
better/less guilty.

I've discovered this evening that Henry, my
friend who recently died this past week, his
funeral? I'm not allowed to attend it, as per
his family.

And I think that's utter bollocks.

The attendence of his friends would be too
"upsetting" for his family.

Yeah?
So, where's my fucking closure huh? How do I get
to say my goodbyes? I wasn't planning on busting
into the place in full on Sexxxy Deth Chyx garb
and doing a complete voodoo ritual.

I just wanted to go, say goodbye, maybe get a
mass card to remember him by (as I have jack all
else to do so with).

I'm so pissed.

When I die, ANYONE is allowed to come to my
funeral. And I want one of those huge, riotous
New Orleans style ones. With the Dixie band
playing dirges in the street. Even if I hated
you, you're allowed to come. And I want Nick
Cave's "Lay Me Low" played.

Final fucking demands, you miscreants.

Some of his last words were "Don't let the
Catholics bury me."

When I have my own funeral home (and that's not
even a joke, I plan on this and am going to
start attending school next year for it)...

I lost my train of thought.

And I'm too pissed off to try and catch it again.