I posted this in another forum but thought it might spark an interest on its own.
I went to my first humanist funeral yesterday. It was pleasant enough, just a bit naff. But at least god wasn't splashed about all over the place like it was ok for my mate to die because, well, godidit.
In god's place as the panacea for death we had love, family, friendship and memories etc.
As a service of remembrance it worked ok, but personally the last thing I want is all that miserable malarky pretending that the deceased was perfect.
I'm straight off to the crem - on my own - and then delivered in a bottle to the local pub where I'll be buying everyone drinks. My kids are going to put me in a firework and blow me up over the sea at midnight whilst playing Pink Floyd.
It's called a Direct Funeral, or, as the Guardian newspaper called it, a disposal service. It became fashionable after David Bowie did it.
I want Pink Floyd but I'm not sure which one. Comfortably Numb is the obvious one. As is Crazy Diamond - but that's reserved for one guy really. Granchester Meddows is lovely but I can't see it going with fireworks.
Favourite poem for sad times (even though the poet now hates it and it's now too well known for my liking):
Sometimes things don’t go, after all, from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail. Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war, elect an honest man, decide they care enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor. Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best intentions do not go amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to. The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.
Je suis Charlie. Je suis Ahmed. Je suis Juif. Je suis Parisien. I am Mancunian. I am Brum. I am London.I am Finland. Soy Barcelona
"Life, don't talk to me about life" - Marvin the Paranoid Android
"Science adjusts it's views based on what's observed. Faith is the denial of observation so that Belief can be preserved." - Tim Minchin, in his beat poem, Storm.