I'm too serious. The older I get, the more serious I seem to become. I need (desperately) to stop. I really do. My stars and garters, the worst thing that could ever befall me is to become *gasp choke* serious.
It's also too blinking cold out here. Granted it's all the way back up to 48, but it's WINTER, and it's gonna get colder again. And stay there for a very long time. Weeks, even. Perhaps a month.
There was something else I was going to say, but I cannot think of it. Drat.
So, if you had the choice, which you certainly should, what funeral music would you like played for your internment? Me, I'm leaning right now toward "Sigfried's Death And Funeral Music," from Wagner's Ring Cycle. Very heavy, very brooding, very dark. Me, I want thousands of mourners, people rending their clothes, pulling their beards out. I want dozens of nubile young women tossing themselves onto my coffin shouting "No, dear god no, don't take The Voice Of The People from our bleak and meaningless lives!"
Yeah. That'd be sweet.