Funerals are hard for me, and that is part of the reason "I don't really do" them , because they are so hard, long and fake..oh, and early...
There is this scene from Holiday Heart (2000) that comes to mind, where the dead man's male lover (who lived with him as a husband) was singing his favorite song (Baby Love, Supremes) at the funeral, and the parents and miliatry co-workers were disgusted and ultimately demanded his removal. This reminded me that all of this pretending done in life, to please people, to make money, meet our goals and the expectations placed on us by others, won't be rewarded by an authentic remembrance in death
Regardless of what you do and who you are, you will be remembered in a way that is socially acceptable to the living. Your stains will probably be whitewashed and if you read your obituary, you probably wouldn't recognize you-as you. I know I had a hard time resolving what was written about my deceased relatives with the people I knew and loved daily...So I am representing like:
dressed up at the funeral...because Harlem stays fresh |
Maybe the if 'folk' knew they will be exposed, by the celebration/lack there of-they would act accordingly in life.
Unfortunately, We don't live for ourselves and we don't die for ourselves or even as ourselves.
We should just be able to put some people in the ground and say:
literally and figuratively; then go to "red lobstas" and keep it moving.
No false pagentry, to say we did it.
No wasting money:
Just...
-Gentrifried
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