ERRONEOUS CONCERNS OF SUICIDE. Due to the recent post on Finky's blog (which some people mistakenly mistook as a suicidal poem ), I thought I'd put up something that is also not suicidal but will probably be misconstrued as being so. I was just listening to this song. I love this song. It's very possibly my favourite Crash Test Dummies song. It is also one of the songs (along with John Doan's "Farewell" and a couple others) which I would wish to be played at my own funeral. Of course, since I'm the rottenest one out of EVERYONE I know and the rotten ones hang around forever, I'll probably be doomed to bury you all while I live to 110 -- and therefore there won't be anybody around to see that these songs are played for me. So, because of this near certainty, I'll just put the lyrics here so you'll all know what you're going to miss.

AT MY FUNERAL

"I'm still young but I know my days are numbered,

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 and so on,

but a time will come when these numbers have all ended,

and all I've ever seen will be forgotten.

Won't you come to my funeral when my days are done? Life's not long so I hope when I am finally dead and gone that you'll gather round when I am lowered into the ground. When my coffin is sealed and I'm safely six feet under perhaps my friends will see fit then to judge me. Ah, when they pause to consider all my blunders Hope they won't be too quick to begrudge me. Won't you come to my funeral when my days are done? Life's not long so I hope that when I am finally dead and gone you'll gather round as I am lowered into the ground. If I should die before I wake up I pray that the Lord my soul will take but my body my body that's your job. Well, I can't be sure where I'm headed after death to heaven, hell or 'yond to that great vast but if I can I would like to meet my maker there's one or two things I'd sure like to ask. Won't you come to my funeral when my days are done? Life's not long so I hope when I am finally dead and gone you'll gather round as I am lowered into the ground."