October 10th, 2024
Nobody has funerals anymore- it’s always a celebration of life.
Celebrating their accomplishments, how much capitol they earned, how many material possessions they had.
Never the person they were, never their failures, never their favorite movies or books or songs.
A brother, a son, a father, a husband.
Never who they really were.
A celebration of “life”.
Not a celebration of their identity.
We should celebrate death. Celebrate the dead. Celebrate who they were, not what they did.
Say his name, not his title.
Say his real name, the one you refuse to say.
His real name instead of the one you gave him.
Love him now
See him dead now, bury him in 6 feet of snow
Remember him in 9 years with a bitter smile.
I want my funeral to be a party.
I want them to know I’m right there singing drunkenly alongside them.
I hope they say my name, my real name, the one that means something to me, not the law.
I hope they use my funeral as an excuse for a revolution.
I hope they fill the streets, with music and art and rage alike.
I hope when I die someone bricks a cops windshield.
I hope they don’t forget me.