There is a song called Body in a Box by City and Colour that deals with this. It's a hauntingly beautiful song. These are the lyrics:
There's a funeral procession on the highway
Traffic screeches to a halt
There's people searching for a better way
To live their lives, oh
Johnny lived a good life, you'll hear them say
As tears of sadness soak the ground
The reaper crept in, took his breath away
In the middle of the night, oh
We celebrate the lives of the dead
It's like a man's best party, only happens when he dies
We gather 'round to pay our respects
While their souls are still searching for the light
Searching for the light
So please don't come to me on my dying day
Just let me go in peace
With all the things that I forgot to say
Racing through my mind, oh
And don't you bury me six feet under ground
Just burn my body in a box
And let my ashes blow with the wind
Out into the night sky
We celebrate the lives of the dead
It's like a man's best party, only happens when he dies
We gather 'round to pay our respects
While their souls are still searching for the light
Searching for the light
Searching for the light, oh
Searching for the light
Yep. A few friends and family. I just attended my Moms memorial and half the town showed up bringing favorite pictures, telling Great stories, bending their elbows at the open bar, attacking the buffet like scavengers. It was the greatest party ever. Mom would have loved to be there.
This is more true for the unwed or those who elope.
Listening to Dallas Green are we?
I love that song so much.
There is a song called Body in a Box by City and Colour that deals with this. It's a hauntingly beautiful song. These are the lyrics:
There's a funeral procession on the highway
Traffic screeches to a halt
There's people searching for a better way
To live their lives, oh
Johnny lived a good life, you'll hear them say
As tears of sadness soak the ground
The reaper crept in, took his breath away
In the middle of the night, oh
We celebrate the lives of the dead
It's like a man's best party, only happens when he dies
We gather 'round to pay our respects
While their souls are still searching for the light
Searching for the light
So please don't come to me on my dying day
Just let me go in peace
With all the things that I forgot to say
Racing through my mind, oh
And don't you bury me six feet under ground
Just burn my body in a box
And let my ashes blow with the wind
Out into the night sky
We celebrate the lives of the dead
It's like a man's best party, only happens when he dies
We gather 'round to pay our respects
While their souls are still searching for the light
Searching for the light
Searching for the light, oh
Searching for the light
You never have a birthday party?
Have you never done drugs?
Yep. A few friends and family. I just attended my Moms memorial and half the town showed up bringing favorite pictures, telling Great stories, bending their elbows at the open bar, attacking the buffet like scavengers. It was the greatest party ever. Mom would have loved to be there.
Budgets are usually bigger for death day parties.