Rennratt's Un-Funeral
First, a few ground rules:
1. No one is to wear black, unless the outfit is accompanied by mesh gloves and Doc Martens - a la Abby/NCIS. Tats and facial piercings are also welcome. (If I can't see 'em, I don't want to know. M'kay?)
2. No crying/sobbing - unless hysterical laughter is involved.
3. MY kind of music is to be played. (See Playlist below)
4. DJ!
5. Eulogy must be in line with my personality: hire a stand up comedian. Or bring Marge Schott back from the dead.
6. Save the flowers for the living - I like daffodils and larkspur.
7. BUFFET! (Trinamick, bring some of that crazy salad dressing you've been raving about.)
8. Don't make me wear makeup. But PLEASE, for crying out loud, give me guidance on these eyebrows! (I have tunnel vision...)
9. Under NO circumstances are clowns to be invited. (I'm talkin' to YOU, Chachi!)
10. Can anyone say Mosh Pit? (Or migraine? Or dislocated neck?) Can mix it up with a dance floor, sans rhythm. Disco ball is optional.
The Playlist
Dirge: Dead Man's Party - Oingo Boingo
Service Songs (or 'Fun things to jump around to')
Girls Just Want to Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper
Pictures of You - The Cure
Fugitive - Indigo Girls
The Vampire Song - Concrete Blonde
Be My Escape - Relient K
You Don't Know Me - Meryl Streep/Postcards from the Edge soundtrack
Language or the Kiss - Indigo Girls
Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen
Bring Me Some Water - Melissa Etheridge
A Requisite Smattering of Def Leppard (listener choice)
Requiem: I Wanna Be Sedated - The Ramones
This is where it gets 'serious'. Your assignment, nay, your obligation - is to complete the following:
When you attend the Un-Funeral, whether in person or on line, you are to bring your own music.
This music should be the wierdest, most obscure piece of listening (agony?!) that anyone has ever heard. Throw in a foreign language for bonus points! Music, regardless of language, should be the social equivalent of The Chicken Dance. You must approach the DJ (remember? We have one!). In your most serious, grieving manner possible, convince the DJ to play the song...because, after all... "This was Rennratt's FAVORITE!"
Again, are you GAME?!
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7 Comments:
I'll wear green, bring carrots and escargot and Trinamick, okay? LOL
I have a girl crush on you for mentioning one of my favorite songs in the whoe world (Dead Man's Party!). Woot!
I will wear goth makeup, bounce the clowns out the door, and promise to laugh.
Hey - why not have a tatto artist at your party to ink people with "Renn's unfuneral 20XX?" That would be hott.
Oh, and I'll hire John Cage's ghost to play the piano while Edith Piaff sings John Denver's Greatest hits.
I love Abby from NCIS! I wish I had her wardrobe.
Kenju, you'd better bring a barf bag along too! LOL
I forgot to mention before that I would like to have the jazz procession at my funeral, like they do in New Orleans. Very cool.
And you mustn't forget another important song: Joe Diffie's "Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox If I Die".
I have a recording of my drunk grandfather singing the Danish national anthem. I'll bring that! Is that obscure enough???
No, no, no, Tiff. I have the girl crush for her mentioning one of MY favorite songs: Concrete Blonde's Vampire Song. Woot squared!
I'm dying my hair black for the occasion!
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