" Still Alive "
This is my request before I leave this old world, to be live at my funeral as my life unfurl. I want to live longer, I have much more to see and asking God is this it for me? I have this crazy idea inside my head, I want my funeral to take place even before I'm dead. I want to lay in my casket so all can see, I look up at them, my family, friends and enemy. I want the preacher to preach about my rights and my wrongs, but don't want the eulogy to be held that long. I want to smell the flowers that is brought to me, want to hear the music of the choir, singing "I'm So Free". I want people to laugh and cry and shake my hand, as they pass my coffin saying "you are a crazy man". No rain, no clouds as far as I can see, I want video pictures on the hand held obituaries. It will give me a chance to see others, I haven't seen in years, saying good bye, the last time to all my peers. Instead of the cemetary I will be taken to my home, where I will die peacefully, satisfied and all alone. Before this takes place I want to go to the repass, to taste all the good foods and while supplies last. After all said and done there will be no sadness, people will think of me and be glad I had this. I'm not prepared or ready to leave this earth, just a thought before taking a lonely ride in that hearse.Written by: Dyke Wayne Stewart Aug 18, 2009
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