No funeral. Celebration of life. Party with music that reflects my life. My #1 song is "The Old Rugged Cross", followed by a mix of Country, Rock, Modern Jazz, Classical ( music from Fantasia), and finally "Amazing Grace".
Funerals are for the living, so folks ought to have fun.
I always told my friends I've eaten enough wild game in my life that I should return the favor. Just toss my body out in the woods somewhere and let nature have at it.
I always told my friends I've eaten enough wild game in my life that I should return the favor. Just toss my body out in the woods somewhere and let nature have at it.
Exactly, I have thought the exact same thing.
(strange fear of being buried, let the birds and animals eat me)
I don't want a particular song per say. I want all my favorites played down low durring receiving friends.
FooFighters, everlong The stones, gimme shelter Black Sabbath, changes Incubus, Pray Nothing but the blood of Jesus (Rita Springers version) Kiss, black diamond Jesus only Jesus (Robin Mark) Much (ten sheckle shirt) maybe some Stevie Nicks
I was subbing for the regular acoustic guitar guy in church one Sunday morn. We get done and the band exits the stage to return to their seats till it's time for the closing songs. Often I would stay back in the music room and listen to the message via speakers, but that day I headed back into the auditorium and found a seat about three rows up from the back.
Well, about 15 min into the message (when it's nice and quiet) my phone goes off playing....yep, Highway To Hell! Luckily, it was the intro and not old Bon screaming about life on the road...
I was desperately trying to get to my phone to silence it but it still played about 8 bars worth...oy!
I would've silenced it prior but I'm not a phone talker and most people would've known I was probably at church. It was my boss...who went to that church but wasn't there that day.
Boy, was that embarrassing! About 500 people, every single one of them looking right at you.
Keith Whitley no stranger to the rain would be mine.hopefully the attendees would all be drinking good whiskey and thinking to themselves well he wasn't such an ass after all.
I was subbing for the regular acoustic guitar guy in church one Sunday morn. We get done and the band exits the stage to return to their seats till it's time for the closing songs. Often I would stay back in the music room and listen to the message via speakers, but that day I headed back into the auditorium and found a seat about three rows up from the back.
Well, about 15 min into the message (when it's nice and quiet) my phone goes off playing....yep, Highway To Hell! Luckily, it was the intro and not old Bon screaming about life on the road...
I was desperately trying to get to my phone to silence it but it still played about 8 bars worth...oy!
I would've silenced it prior but I'm not a phone talker and most people would've known I was probably at church. It was my boss...who went to that church but wasn't there that day.
Boy, was that embarrassing! About 500 people, every single one of them looking right at you.
Don't know how many recognized the tune....
So you are a church goer...I would never have guessed from your persona on here.
He the Pearly Gates Will Open. In Swedish if possible; traditional Swedish hymn that has been sung at so many of my family's funerals I tear up just thinking the message.
I was subbing for the regular acoustic guitar guy in church one Sunday morn. We get done and the band exits the stage to return to their seats till it's time for the closing songs. Often I would stay back in the music room and listen to the message via speakers, but that day I headed back into the auditorium and found a seat about three rows up from the back.
Well, about 15 min into the message (when it's nice and quiet) my phone goes off playing....yep, Highway To Hell! Luckily, it was the intro and not old Bon screaming about life on the road...
I was desperately trying to get to my phone to silence it but it still played about 8 bars worth...oy!
I would've silenced it prior but I'm not a phone talker and most people would've known I was probably at church. It was my boss...who went to that church but wasn't there that day.
Boy, was that embarrassing! About 500 people, every single one of them looking right at you.
Don't know how many recognized the tune....
So you are a church goer...I would never have guessed from your persona on here.
Was. Keith.
Quit when I couldn't take the gulf between Jesus and 'Christians'...
Pretty much. Drag me out to the woods and let the critters large and small have me. (My wife insisted I be "civilized"- cremation and scattering on the Kenai).
Wolf howls would be nice. God, I love hearing those things.
We agree on that. Apologies if I offended. Wasn't meant too just a statement.
None taken.
I wasn't normally at that church. Their assistant pastor had gotten permission to use the gym to start a new 'church/group' for those who would never set foot in a typical church...addicts, recovering types, special needs, rough and tumble crowd, et al. They could smoke, cuss, whatever and still be welcomed without judgment. It was a place where all could come together and figure out how to live this life better...like Jesus, without all the theological and doctrinal baggage that comes with most churches.
My best friend played in their band and invited me to visit. I did and after a bit they asked me to sub a couple of times in their band. It became full time and eventually I even became the band leader. We played considerably 'looser' music than a typical church. Also, quite a bit of CCM including the song Fireball posted above. My best friend and I were the guitarists and that band was literally like family. We spent hours together practicing, eating out and at each other's homes and just chillin'. The best 'church' years of my life were those four years...
It all ended when the 'official' church pressured the pastor to get the people at the meeting to become members of the 'regular' church. They saw our group as just a means to lure these people in so they could get them to go to a 'real' church. After it all went to schit, I left (as did all the core members) and never looked back.
I'll not set foot in a church again...
And some might now understand why I rail on 'Christians' so hard here...
Nothing gets my goat like bad theology and a schitty representation of God...
Prairie in the Sky slide show - Gretchen Peters: http://youtu.be/fmQBy5Fh86o I would prefer Tom Russell's version of "Prairie in the Sky" off his SONG OF THE WEST album. His is a strumming guitar and steel sound only versus the piano and flutes in this version. His gravelly voice is much better. No Youtube of his.
Beyond The Sunset: (Hank Williams lyrics & recording.)
A friend and I heard that song on the radio a long time ago - and he said he wanted that song played at his funeral. He died some years later and I traveled to his funeral and during a time of silence I almost got up to sing it - but I didn't.
More recently a friend died and at the conclusion of his funeral, as the family was walking down the isle - The PA System was blaring out a rousing version of ZIP A DEE DOO DAH!
When they put my ashes in the ground I'll be joined by the ashes of all my dogs. I know it's not rational but I don't give a crap. I'm not sure what all will be played but this one will be on the list.
There will be no music at my funeral. Why, you may ask?
Because every time I attend a funeral and have to sit through some fugging song while everybody cries I get really irritated. Why am I being forced to listen to this song? What is the point of that?
No songs. No flowers either. Nothing dumber than a plant located inside a building that isn't a greenhouse.
At my celebration of life, there will be lots of good country and gospel music. The two I will insist on are Prop Me Up by the Jukebox followed by Jamie Johnsons Lead Me Home. He also does a great rendition of Beulah Land, which will probably be in there somewhere.
I just see a small group of family and friends meeting at my place in Idaho and sitting around the fire ring with the beverage of their choice looking up at the Selkirk's and Cabinet's, acknowledging what the place meant to me and tossing a sip down. This all with Bob Weir's "Estimated Prophet" playing.
I won't ever get tired of listening to this song. I remember a group on the Ralph Emery show singing it as a tribute to Albert Brumley. Larry Gatlin was singing with them and I was not aware that Larry had become a Christian at the time. It was obvious from watching him that the song had very special significance to him.
Bagpipes - Amazing Grace. Would consider "The Old Rugged Cross." It was one of my mother's all-time favorites and I had forgot all about it until Brad Paisley threw it on one of his albums. That song stopped my in my tracks when I heard it. Sucked the wind right out of my on the spot.
No funeral. Celebration of life. Party with music that reflects my life. My #1 song is "The Old Rugged Cross", followed by a mix of Country, Rock, Modern Jazz, Classical ( music from Fantasia), and finally "Amazing Grace".
Funerals are for the living, so folks ought to have fun.
Ed
Ed - just read this. I think we're more alike that we know. We need to get together one of these days.
Rock of Ages, Men of Harleck, and Over the Hill and Faraway - Sung, Amazing Grace, - Played by a live pipe band at the Services For the party after your Sweet and Shiny Eyes (you have to be pretty drunk to get the full effect)
it's in my will for the boys to haul my ashes back about 12 miles into the mountians, it's a steady climb the whole way. otherwise they don't get nuthin from my estate
as they're haulin my ashes I can just hear them "the old bastid, why the F would he want this, I can't believe he's still making us work....whine, snivel, bitch etc."
always been music to my ears
one more verse, with feelin boys, sing me "my daddy works me too hard blues"
I"d be proud to carry someones ashes to a special spot, no matter the work load.
I see why you've put the boys to the task. It will be rewarding in many ways.
If I can decide to be cremated, and I dont' know why it spooks me some... some of mine will be in the prop wash of my or someones airboat in the marshes. Some will be out of a shotgun shell every duck opener...not sure how long that will last...
And others will be at special places... I do have the coords of my first bull moose kill saved...
Jeff I'm gonna take em there pretty soon, we're gonna spread half of my dad's ashes there.
My old man and I were never close, spent little time together actually. Think we each loved the idea of a father or son, but neither of us were very good at it. But one foggy day in the Brooks range we connected, via SAT phone. Funny to think my most precious memory of the guy was a phone conversation. lol
I've been far better to my boys and yet fallen way short of what a dad should be. And I'm sure they think we've spent too much time together, particularly working time. I'm not a patient man, even less so with my own blood when they're not puttin shoulder to the wheel.
I'm gettin danged old, so I'm gonna have to handicap my 21 and 16 year old boys and let them carry the bulk of the gear and food.
I'll probably still get outwalked by the long legged 21 year old.
god but that galls me to think of it.
but I want them to see that country and I'd like to see them seeing it.
Maybe by walking and talking and glassin I'll have the chance to apologize for some of my shortcomings as a dad.