This is the name of my funeral song, preferably the live version. And then "We'll meet again" by Johnny Cash is also in the top three.
Maybe someone can take care of that.
Not that I plan this funeral to be soon, but who knows.
I've just heard a story about a funeral today, about a priest saying a Latin mass. I guess that inspires me now - and of course the Grateful Dead song.
It is sooo beautiful.
And ah yes.
Terry Pratchett left us yesterday. SOMEONE visited him and took Terry with HIM. The story REAPER MAN, when Death sets out to learn how to forget becomes rather tragic in the context of Terry's illness.
In the attics of his life there must have been many things. He was the only writer I have read (maybe except Matt Ruff) who was able to describe the doors to insanity properly. (In the Wee Free Men). He showed how expendable the whole "Lord of the Rings" story is in "Witches Abroad"- "Beware of the slimy ones- they are the trouble makers" and he really made me rolling on the floor laughing. One time someone even came to check my room to see if I was OK. It was just "Interesting Times" or "The Colour of Magic" or "Eric" or "Small Gods".
I hoped for a moment that it was a mistake. That someone had not seen the sign "I aten't dead".
I once fantasized, that I was in a bar with three witches, who staged a play to bring back his memory. In my fantasy it worked and he left, writing some more books.
Now he might be able to see again. If his version of the afterlife is true, he might rest in deaths domain for a while, feeding a cat, talking to the raven or the Death of Rats, and then he would go to the place in which he believed, Great A'Tuin, roaming space with four elephants on her back, carrying the Disk, the mirror of all worlds, forever and ever…
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