Muse

Funeral are interesting plans to plan. Not as grim as it is potrayed. And definitely not something emo as dave put it.

I must have mentioned the ways I like my funeral to be to many other people. I have no preference for the cliche and predictable. I am the embracer of spontaneity and the foolishness of the youth. Hence my chaotic life. I am not proud of it, but I suppose I love this flaw of mine so much I refuse to rectify it no matter the mess I often land myself in. *grins* And back to my end-of-life celebration.

Yes, you hear me right. It will be a celabration. A party. I already have Richard's word on making my funeral party a funny occasion. He shall be tasked to make people laugh with his sakainess. Jas will be more than glad to help. Plus, she gets to meet a lot of doctors there. Am sure she wont mind. And I believe Jagad and Soon Han be more than happy to bartend, though I cant guarantee limitless supply of alcohol. Half the ration probably be consumed behind the bar. The social drunkard style. Then Jol will be there to distribute all my pre-written last messages for everyone. Sher be there beside her giving out free baskin (only if I am buried on the 31st). Adrian I foresee will keep everyone in line while slowly sneaking away a tub of baskin himself. Then, that is when grampa Icky will come in and smack Adrian's hand while hollering to the crowd in his deep Brit voice, "Why cant you kids line up?".

By that time, the crowd probably be too tipsy and Vin would have met Jagad and both of them probably start their own bhangra-dance floor. Shaz and Sam cant be happier. When Shuan finally landed and appears in the middle of the party, she probably decided its best to send her kids and Shek back, so that she can join the party with no strings attached *sly grin* Tak Yee will be under the tree sniffling and abhoring the unconventional scenery thinking why can't my funeral be all black and sombre. Then, she can put on her black veil and look good. But owh well she says to herself, thence whipping out her camera and walks towards the crowd. "Who wants to take a picture with me?" says she. vini will be jumping on her for an appearance in the picture.

Picture? Having felt slighted by the sight of the puny Sony cybershot, Eng Yeow decided to unleash his Nikon SLR D90. Now things are getting heated up dont you think? Mom and Dad sitting in a corner, smiling at the rambling mass of friends I have wondering where their daughter of theirs come from and recollecting and arguing who she takes after. Ling probably beside them shaking her head and mutters under her breath,"She's done it again". She be wishing foe her sister to act sisterly and responsible, but instead her beloved sibling just turned the table and made all their relatives jaw drop and gasp in the loudest fashion. She turns to my brother who with his upgraded Hualian style has managed to court a few chicks in the making. Kean Guan looks on with envy wondering how my brother does it. That cinapek then curse while stuffing porkchops into his mouth. Poor Dar Ray and David Lim. No more porkchop and bacon left on the table they are seating.

Chuah have to bbq more porkchops while Yeong Wei and Eu Lin watch amusingly. The amount of pigs who died accompanying my death. I must be smiling in my urn. Oh did I not tell you I shall be cremated and not buried? Yes, even in death, I am still claustrophobic. but I still like the idea of having a funeral in a funeral plot. With grass and trees. Only difference, there is no hole in the ground and it doesnt have to be in a cemetery. Any place beautiful, green and open will do really. When Richard had made sure everyone's happy, Jol and Sher done passing on my last words and everybody elses has drink drank drunk and loaded with icecream *note: Jagad + Adrian*, the sky will break and the rain will fall. Ikhwan sighed because there is no canopy because I specifically instructed so. "Stupid midget", he says.

Away from the crowd, David will open his polka dotted umbrella with his left hand which is not holding the mug of coffee. He smiles with his scarf around his neck. The first drop of rain had pelted the green carpet.

Everybody stops when the thunder clapped and the rain clouds crash the party. Now we all cry at the demise of Lee Hui Mei. (=