Assuming we don't believe in after death life, we can say funerals don't really mean anything to the dead ones, only to the ones who still live and care for them. However, I suppose everyone has a wish about the future of their body after they're gone.
I've been listening to a song I've discovered via Twitter (a crap song, but who cares...?) that said something like "If I die young burn me at dawn and send me away with the words of a love song". I, as all teens, usually think of my death as an event taking place in dozens of years, and rarely think "If I died tomorrow, how would I spend this day?" or "What would my perfect funeral be like?".
So, if I die before I change my mind, here are my instructions:
Burn me and spread my ashes in the wind, at dawn, on a green meadow with no trees, and play Muse's Starlight REALLY loud. :D
That would be my definition of the perfect funeral.
About the way I would spend my last day... That's up to me to find out and put into practice. Those words that really have to be said to that special someone, that dream hunting you since your were old enough to think, that kind of stuff we all know and none (pardon, very few) of us really does while living.
yours,
millou
P.S - No, I was NOT diagnosed with cancer. Don't worry :P
I've been listening to a song I've discovered via Twitter (a crap song, but who cares...?) that said something like "If I die young burn me at dawn and send me away with the words of a love song". I, as all teens, usually think of my death as an event taking place in dozens of years, and rarely think "If I died tomorrow, how would I spend this day?" or "What would my perfect funeral be like?".
So, if I die before I change my mind, here are my instructions:
Burn me and spread my ashes in the wind, at dawn, on a green meadow with no trees, and play Muse's Starlight REALLY loud. :D
That would be my definition of the perfect funeral.
About the way I would spend my last day... That's up to me to find out and put into practice. Those words that really have to be said to that special someone, that dream hunting you since your were old enough to think, that kind of stuff we all know and none (pardon, very few) of us really does while living.
yours,
millou
P.S - No, I was NOT diagnosed with cancer. Don't worry :P
Shuv ha’etsev kan, shuv hapachad kan
ReplyDeleteVehasof nirkam bechaloni
Zgugit sduka veshuv shtika
Muteshet vezruka bedimyoni
Haor nirdam, dmaot shel dam sorfot li bagaron
Yadit sruta, tikra shmuta
Cshe’ani shaer lach et hashir haacharon
Nesh’art li rak milim, miklat ben hatslalim
Sfarim mesudarim, uven hachadarim
Nesh’art li rak milim, zer shel man’ulim
Elohim, Nesh’art li rak milim
Kirot shotkim achshav uma lakacht keshebaracht?
Ken, ma lakacht? Bamilchama hazit ulay nitzacht
Uma nish’ar li kshe’alacht?
Hesh’art li rak milim, miklat ben hatslalim
Sfarim mesudarim, uven hachadarim
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Hesh’art li rak milim, zer shel man’ulim
Elohim, hesh’art li rak milim
Hesh’art li rak milim, miklat ben hatslalim
Sfarim mesudarim, uven hachadarim
Hesh’art li rak milim, zer shel man’ulim
Elohim, hesh’art li rak milim
Vegam lakerach kar, ksheani nizkar
Ech at hayom mulo, mueret betsilo
Nishberet bishvilo, et hamilim shehesh’art li
At achshav omeret lo
Hesh’art li rak milim, miklat ben hatslalim
Sfarim mesudarim, uven hachadarim
Hesh’art li rak milim, zer shel man’ulim
Elohim, hesh’art li rak milim
Hesh’art li rak milim, zer shel man’ulim
Elohim, hesh’art li rak milim
Cute song, I have to admit it. Harel Skaat's voice is really good.
ReplyDeleteSo You know the song... Read the translation (please)
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