Saturday, July 28, 2007

A Faux Pas

This morning at around 10:25am I headed to campus to run and do some lab work. I was in my athletic clothing with a strip of t-shirt acting as a headband, and I was blasting Petula Clark's "Downtown" with the window open. I stopped at the end of the street and proceeded to sing along while I waited for an opening in the traffic.

After I had belted out that there are "movie shows, Downtown" I realized I had been stopped for longer than normal. I continued singing, but unfocusedly examined the traffic at the same time-- and eventually I noticed these on the cars:
I had been singing the whole time and by the time I realized it was a slow-moving and well-attended funeral, the song was practically over.

I don't know how many of them had their windows open, or how many of them noticed my passionate accompaniment to the horrifically upbeat song, but I do know that I had to wait 5 whole minutes to make a right-handed turn on to Moody St. While waiting and singing, I made a mental addendum to my own personal Funeral Specifications list: everybody goes their own separate ways afterwards-- none of this parade crap. Or at the very least I would encourage carpooling. I'm thinking 7 black Windstar minivans to carry guests to and from the event. I haven't decided what type of event it's going to be yet-- maybe just your standard funeral.

In the end, I didn't really feel bad for having ignored their presence. They're asking for this kind of thing if they process down Moody St-- it's not a very classy street.


Kene said...

1. Your funeral wouldn't be normal.
2. Maybe they listened and heard the lyrics and took something away from it..."And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you
Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to
Guide them along."
3. No minivans, ever, for anything, period.
4. Moody oozes class.

Lena Webb said...

You're right, Kene. My funeral will be one big coke party-- the fact that I have, in fact, died, will be completely ancillary.