anyway. you are a captive audience... at least until you click the back button... so here goes.
WHEN:
I die in the spring: plant me somewhere without a coffin... beneath a weeping willow tree... beside a pond... like they are at my parents house
I die in the summer: I want my ashes to be in a Styrofoam cup.. maybe from the little oak gas station in my home town... roll down all the windows... open the sun roof... and while a romantic song is playing at full volume on the stereo... toss me along the highway.... going too fast... and laughing about something I did that was stupid
I die in the fall: find a grove of sumac turned to crimson... pull out all the roots of one and hide me under it... while drinking a hot cup of coffeee
I die in the winter: find a little pond.... and a pair of ice skates.... get a bunch of D batteries and play the Tchaikovsky nutcracker tape on a rickety old boombox... my sister and I used to skate to in the back yard... pretending we were figure skaters... throw my ashes up... while it's snowing... so I can be lost in the snow...
I do have positive news... a couple of my paintings have been selected to appear in a Northeast Neighborhoods Calendar coming out sometime in the coming month or so... I will impart more on that when I have the information... if I have photos of the submissions somewhere but not on my laptop so those will have to wait for tomorrow .
one last thing... if you pick up a quarter on the table... at my funeral after party... this is the song you should choose....