After reading that Mitt Romney had his scientist/atheist father-in-law baptised as a Mormon after he was dead, I have become restless, sleepless & hapless with the possibility that this could happen to me. I can't shake the paranoia.
You, my dear readers of my little spot on the Internet, are as close as I have to family. I am the only son of an only son. I am the end of the line. So, I am begging you to not let this happen to me. Don't convert me after I have left my body. Do not make me wear special underwear in the next incarnation.
I am leaving a few instructions & I am counting on you to see this through:
1. I do not wish to be buried or cremated. I want my body to go to a University where I will have scientists questioning my brain & penis size & how they relate.
2. In my obituary, mention that I enjoyed unprecedented success as an actor, singer, horticulturalist, writer, & lover. Claim that I won an Emmy, Grammy, Tony, Oscar, Pulitzer. Claim that I had the #1 album- Jock Straps & Vicodin, for 113 weeks.
2. Publish that although it has been noted that I was a perfect partner & spouse to one man for 50+ years, that I also had passionate affairs with: Gary Cooper, Cary Grant, Kurt Russell, Robert Conrad, Paul Newman, Twiggy, Alan Bates, Jack Kennedy, Marilyn Monroe, Lawrence Olivier, Marlon Brando, Steve McQueen, Sean Connery. Joe Dellesandro, James Dean, Warren Beatty, Sting, Jon Hamm, James Franco, Seal, Daniel Craig, Hillary Clinton, Bill Clinton, Taye Diggs, Hugh Jackman, Nancy Walker, Sidney Poitier, The Queen Mother & Cher... & yet never have had a sexually transmitted disease.
3. I insist that there be no funeral, but a memorial service would be acceptable, & a party would be preferred. I have a list of 10 songs that I want played at my party/memorial service:
If I Had A Boat- Lyle Lovett
Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words)- Frank Sinatra
Beyond The Sea- Bobby Darrin
Every Breath You Take- The Police
Waters Of March- Art Garfunkel
Once In A Lifetime- Talking Heads
Don't Cry For Me Argentina- Patti Lupone
Something Good- Julie Andrews & Christopher Plummer
God Only Knows- The Beach Boys
I Will Survive- Gloria Gaynor
You, my dear readers of my little spot on the Internet, are as close as I have to family. I am the only son of an only son. I am the end of the line. So, I am begging you to not let this happen to me. Don't convert me after I have left my body. Do not make me wear special underwear in the next incarnation.
I am leaving a few instructions & I am counting on you to see this through:
1. I do not wish to be buried or cremated. I want my body to go to a University where I will have scientists questioning my brain & penis size & how they relate.
2. In my obituary, mention that I enjoyed unprecedented success as an actor, singer, horticulturalist, writer, & lover. Claim that I won an Emmy, Grammy, Tony, Oscar, Pulitzer. Claim that I had the #1 album- Jock Straps & Vicodin, for 113 weeks.
2. Publish that although it has been noted that I was a perfect partner & spouse to one man for 50+ years, that I also had passionate affairs with: Gary Cooper, Cary Grant, Kurt Russell, Robert Conrad, Paul Newman, Twiggy, Alan Bates, Jack Kennedy, Marilyn Monroe, Lawrence Olivier, Marlon Brando, Steve McQueen, Sean Connery. Joe Dellesandro, James Dean, Warren Beatty, Sting, Jon Hamm, James Franco, Seal, Daniel Craig, Hillary Clinton, Bill Clinton, Taye Diggs, Hugh Jackman, Nancy Walker, Sidney Poitier, The Queen Mother & Cher... & yet never have had a sexually transmitted disease.
3. I insist that there be no funeral, but a memorial service would be acceptable, & a party would be preferred. I have a list of 10 songs that I want played at my party/memorial service:
If I Had A Boat- Lyle Lovett
Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words)- Frank Sinatra
Beyond The Sea- Bobby Darrin
Every Breath You Take- The Police
Waters Of March- Art Garfunkel
Once In A Lifetime- Talking Heads
Don't Cry For Me Argentina- Patti Lupone
Something Good- Julie Andrews & Christopher Plummer
God Only Knows- The Beach Boys
I Will Survive- Gloria Gaynor
Your Host circa 1992
At first I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
Without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights
Thinking how you did me wrong
& I grew strong
& I learned how to get along
& so you're back
From outer space
I just walked in to find you here
With that sad look upon your face
I should have changed that stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
You'd be back to bother me
Go on now ,go walk out the door
Just turn around now
You're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
Did you think I'd crumble?
Did you think I'd lay down & die?
Oh no, not I
I will survive
As long as I know how to love
I know I'll stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
& I'll survive
I will survive
It took all the strength I had
Not to fall apart
Kept trying hard to mend
The pieces of my broken heart
& I spent oh so many nights
Just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
But now I hold my head up high
& you see me
Somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person
Still in love with you
& so you felt like dropping in
& just expect me to be free
But now I'm saving all my loving
For someone who's loving me
Go on now go walk out the door
Just turn around now
You're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbye
Did you think I'd crumble?
Did you think I'd lay down & die?
Oh no, not I
I will survive
As long as i know how to love
I know I'll stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
& I'll survive
I will survive
Go on now go, walk out the door
Just turn around now
You're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbye?
Did you think I'd crumble?
Did you think I'd lay down & die?
Oh no, not I
I will survive
As long as I know how to love
I know I'll stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
& I'll survive
I will survive
I will survive!
Perrin & Fekaris
1978
Perrin & Fekaris
1978
All during my growing up in southern Idaho years, my friends would drive with their families to Idaho Falls each weekend -- to Baptise for the dead and have weddings and other such ceremonies that could only be accomplished in "The Temple." Boise has it's own temple at this point. I always thought how strange it was.
ReplyDeleteOK, my West Coast kindred spirit -- I too, am the gay only son of an only son, which is exactly why I blog. I don't have the patience to write a novel and am unlikely to ever be actually famous. So I write online to leave a record of myself: who I am, what I think and why I think that way. I have also left instructions for a party rather than a funeral, though I've arranged for a green burial.
ReplyDeleteI'm the end of the line as well and the end of the Donohue blood line completely.
ReplyDeleteI'm the only son of an only son of an only son. My dad doesn't know about his father's family because he died when my dad was 10. My grandfather was the youngest of 6 - he had 5 older sisters, none of whom ever married or had children. My dad was unexpected as my grand parents married in their 30's (very late for the 1920's) and because of WWI and the depression, people didn't try to have kids. My grandma had her first and only child at 42 (not so old then if you had 8-15 kids but extremely old for having your first).
I have a younger sister who has 3 boys 14, 21, 23. Her husband is number 11 of 12. My mom is #3 of 12, so I do have tons of aunts, uncles and cousins from my mom's side but zero from my dad's side and what there were are all dead now.
I think I need to check out Ancestry.com.
ReplyDeleteAfter watching the videos, I simply cannot believe that I am going to write the following sentence:
ReplyDeleteI prefer the classic disco-roller version.
you have been a busy boy.
ReplyDelete...the husband