In my long poem 'How Many Sleeps?' I specify my burial and wake...but I
don't believe my wife whom I expect to predecease takes it seriously.
....
Back home, break out some beady-eyed bubbly
till it winks back from the brim. Bollinger?
Oh not without me! - me having newly
become a total abstainer - perhaps
some local tipple.
Etc
Max
On 30/6/08 8:20 PM, "David Bircumshaw" <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Andrew, the best one I've ever been to was of this guy called Jimmy
> Crighton, a dear friend. Jimmy was a a doctor, and an out-and-out
> humanist and socialist. He planned his own service, he had people
> doing readings (notice the verb usage there) it was like he was still
> consciously with us. People came out of it smiling and hugging each
> other. Good man, that Jimmy, even if his dad was responsible for Korky
> the Kat (I joke not)
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