this is how i want my funeral to happen. these are the wishes that i wish to be fulfilled.
the day of my funeral will be a bright day and there will be sun. the windows will be open and clean cold air will blow in. my bedroom will be cleared of all belongings to be either given away or destroyed. my body will be laying in the center of my room and draped in loose white robes. teal gardner will be the official chanteuse for the occassion and will play a improvised song on ukelele for approximately 3 hours without stopping. the attendants will go up to stairs to my room one or two at a time to visit my body and kiss my forehead. then my father will lead out the congregation in unison to read walt whitman's poem 'excelsior' while women knit my entire body in golden thread.