Most everyone I know has assembled a list of the songs they want played at their funerals.  Why not a web site dedicated to these song lists?  That might generate some hits, and as the baby boomers start kicking the bucket, being in on the ground floor of anything connected with death will be valuable.  Spin-offs are possible, like fantasy wedding music,  what have you.  We could have top ten lists, and broadly hint that wedding and funeral type bands study our page carefully to build their set lists. I'm going to try to do this, as soon as I have time, unless somebody gets to
it first.
C
 

Oberon:
> Most everyone I know  {nusk}
> it first.

Good. You can add mine:
Something from Mozart's Requiem
'Hail and Kill' - Manowar
'Rasputin' - Boney M
I'm sure there's more, but I figure, what the hell. If I can't have a proper funeral pyre, cremate me and crank up something good or something loud with a bottle o' scotch or 30 and party till they toss your asses in jail. One of th' fiancee's relatives pretty much said it, 'welcome to the family. Around here, we drink to bring you in, and we drink to send you off. Have a good time.'
Works for me.

Chris Kormos
CAD Lead Designer / Tech Support
Gas Liquids Engineering,
Calgary, Alberta
 

Arcadia Responded
  My own list would be fairly long if I ever finished it.  He's Gone,
Brown-Eyed Women, Jack Straw, all by the Dead; Some Grace Slick; Don't you forget about me, Everybody wants to rule the world; Kill the Poor; Thieves; Red Haired Stranger; music from The Good The Bad & The Ugly; Axis: Bold as
Love; other Hendrix.  Ode to Joy ...........

And to be roasted on a bed of sandalwood with my devoted concubines and about 100 lb of fine frop.

Naw, actually, I wanna be buried Early Native style, in a fetal position with no box or anything but maybe a wool blanket, here on the mountain, and maybe have a White Oak planted on top of me so I can haunt it.

C
 

Oberon:
See, I liked that one, too. If I can't be burned, damnit, plant a tree on me!

Chris Kormos
CAD etc.

Reverend Child:
> > And to be roasted on a bed of sandalwood with my devoted concubines and
>  > about 100 lb of fine frop.

I want a Jimmy Buffett funeral.  I want them to dress me in a Hawaiian shirt, Bermuda shorts, sandals, a pair of cheap plastic shades, a straw hat, and a bottle of rum in my cold blue hand.  Once they've got my body kicked back in the casket, I want them to dump in a load of ice and a goodly selection of beers, with a couple of kegs on either side like bookends.  I wanna forego the sonorous preacher and have some old college or Corps buddies take turns grabbing the microphone and indulging in drunken crying jags, flirtations with the various topless women in the crowd, or sea chanties.  I want the air thick with the pungency of fresh 'frop.  I want some young woman, sick perhaps, insane of course, but basically attractive in a beer-goggle sorta way, to mount my stiff body, lock ass, and send me on to the Beyond with a good, hard fuck.  Then I want my friends to leave me there, listening to Margaritaville, while they run off to raid my apartment for first pick of my very few goodies.

Then I want them to wake up the next morning, sated from their impromptu orgy on my living room floor and sporting fucking LEGENDARY hangovers, and spend the rest of their lives wondering if anyone else ever got around to burying me.,

Wherever the funeral took place, be it a conference hall or beach or whatever, I want the *next* group that plans to use that location to be at least partially comprised of fundamentalist Baptists.  I want them to see the bloated body, floating amid the crushed beer cans and cigarette butts, and know that everything, as well as nothing, is sacred (with apologies to the Chink).

The Reverend Child
 
 

C:

> The universe does
>  not smile on tomcats, but tomcats don't care, because there's a smell that
>  drives them crazy.

Back to the fantasy funeral thing for a moment...  If I ever do wind up dying
of a venereal disease, or maybe at the hands (claws, flippers, vines,
whatever) of a jealous rival, I quite seriously want that one engraved on my
tombstone.  That rocks.

"Wes"