Oh! Oh no! This is something I've thought about ever since I could think.
My parents were founding and charter members of Knox Presbyterian Church,
where I not only grew up singing in the choir, I'd be sitting in the back while elders conferred.
As I got older, I even designed two funerary urns, also instigating canopic urns in Ontario,
so my remains would get thrown over Niagara Falls, the first DC James Beck generation,
and DeCew Falls, the test installation for Niagara Falls. There are no waterfalls in Scotland.
I wish I could describe the location and magnificence of the statue of myself I was planning,
for the surrounding arboreum with glacial striations as drainage leading into Lake Erie, for all the tears.
Some locals think that might finally restore the pure water of Lake Erie, from Port Colborne down,
and as I did in life, all the salty tears would allow ocean fish for local consumption.
The echoes of glaciers from long ago, the sound of large yellow perch resting in the cracks of rocks,
will not be disturbed by the elemental BOSE system that is brain-wave activating,
always finding your most appropriate song, with your likes of my music coded for more hits.
This generous feature of in-mind-find amplification will allow ear-bud and headphone users to remain calm.
However, the way my life has gael, sorry, gone, even if I have finalized my pre-paid funeral,
when everyone agrees they won't be finding my body,
this is it right here, just me typing this as my epitaph, oh yeah,
"I Shoulda Had Storage"
That makes me cry right away.
And those will be genuine, as new, 1977 100 watt Marshall stacks, a kinda Stonedhedge,
so you can plug in and blast away, keeping back bug infestations caused by global warming.
"Consider the big black hairy spiders coming inshore.
They neither sow nor do they reap, just spinning the world wide web.
And yet Solomon, in all his glory, was not harassed by such as these". I said that.
Say my name. Say my name. Dit mon nom, Dit mon nom.
aaah, forget it, oubliez.
I could wait a thousand years now, for Corno Dolce to let his singing be heard.
The deepest waves from this Great Lake, will be his to sound surf.