01 May 2006

M for Mmm.

I'd forgot about this until just a minute ago. I've been assigned the letter M, naturally.

1. Money, money, money, money ... MONEY - it makes the world go 'round.
2. Mommy - because, really, you if you've got M you gotta have Mom.
3. Monkey business - because life is just more fun that way.
4. Mmm - uh, that's me. And yeah, I'm that vain.
5. Minneapolis - it's where I live and where most of my friends are.
6. Minnesota Twins - because it's baseball done right.
7. Memories - if you spend your life making memories, you'll never be at a loss for a story.
8. Mammaries - uh .. because memories made me think of mammaries.
9. May - a fine, fine month in which to be born.
10. Mirth - because if you're not laughing at life, you're not doing it right.

Definitely a Circus Cannon

Interesting conversation I had today. Somehow, we got on the subject of how I'd want to go out. Or, more accurately, I got on the subject of what I wanted done with my mortal remains after I pass on. It's a conversation I've had before, to be honest. I've pretty much settled on being shot out of a circus cannon. I mean, after I die, anyway. I'd like my body shot out of a circus cannon into a residential neighborhood. Now, I realize that this isn't exactly safe or very doable. But I'd be dead, so sue me.

However, tonight, I think I came up with a solution that would work a little better. Don't get me wrong, I still want to be shot out of a circus cannon, that's not negotiable. However, I'd like to have my friends take turns shooting me out of a circus cannon. The first one to get my body into the grave would win a prize. No, I don't know what kind of prize, but certainly something from the top shelf.

See, when I go, I want whatever is done to mark my passing to include lots of laughs. Really and truly, that's all I ask. I'd like for whomever shall gather to remember me to live it up, have a party, and to laugh. It's what I want in life, and it's what I'd want after I'm gone.

So. How do you want to go out?