My neighbouring colleague is a reticent dignified lady. She doesn't believe in wasting breath on words. If i'm silent, she's stone. However, over the past (almost) three years i've spent in her company, she has been kind enough to drop some gems of wisdom—from time to time—with no warning whatsoever. Like me, she approves of frugal existentialism. And that allows me to take my ceaseless inquisition into the gorgeous topic of death with her. It so happened that i recently asked her what song would she like me to play at her funeral. After a bout of mouth-covered-by-palm laughs, she asks me, "Who's inviting you?" I had no choice but to lie that since i'm the DJ of Death, i don't require invitation. After much reflection, "Play 'Baby Doll' for me," was her stunning reply. Turns out, like me, she'll say anything to end a lame conversation.
2 comments:
This makes me think.You could actually sing"'Na jaao saiyaan...."for me at my funeral.Couldn't you? :-)
That's an interesting question. I think I'd like a Bon Jovi song to be played at my funeral. Maybe "It's my life", although it'd be a bit ironical, haha.
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