"...radioactive"
Me dug up in the 36th century.
I don't look at all well.
I just looked at yesterday's mail.
Besides the electric bill, and the latest New Yorker. I got another go from a Funeral outfit.
I can get shake, and baked with my ashes shoved into some wall. That or the usual box dumped in a hole in a hole somewhere.
Only to be discovered by 36th century grad students.
These poking about the ruins of our sad empire.
They'll mostly wonder why so many of us had bad teeth.
Radioactive bones too. All them atomic bomb tests in the 1950's.
Anyway such is this time of life.
Once they were trying to sell me stereos then expensive cars later life insurance now burial plots.
Me,...well I just want to be left alone.
Most of us, if we can be found at all, won't be looking too sprightly in 3,500 years. I mean even superbly embalmed royal Egyptian mummies appear somewhat the worse for wear.
ReplyDeleteMe, I want a viking funeral, as Wagnerian as possible. But if no viking ships are available as pyres, then I want to be cremated on an ornate iron catafalque whose cusped and crenellated lid is upheld by life-size gryphons that howl with the force of the flames pouring through them. Attendees can toast marshmallows in the blaze, drink a toast to the well speeding of my spirit, and sing the praises of the salacious smut that forms a part of my oeuvre. That should make a fairly good party, preferably held on a beach or mountaintop.
Can I bring a date?
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