Daily Prompt: Dearly Departed
Write your own eulogy.

RIP Angel Tombstone


I Can See Clearly will begin playing whilst my friends and family take their seats [please not in a church or a hall or a house or anywhere with four walls and a roof. I’d prefer my memorial service to be held outdoors with Mother Nature officiating.]


My Dad will begin by reciting the following verse by Khalil Gibran as the sun begins setting over the horizon.

And he said, “Come, oh beautiful Death; my soul is longing for you. Come close to me and unfasten the irons life, for I am weary of dragging them.

Come, oh sweet Death, and deliver me from my neighbors who looked upon me as a stranger because I interpret to them the language of the angels.

Hurry, oh peaceful Death, and carry me from these multitudes who left me in the dark corner of oblivion because I do not bleed the weak as they do.

Come, oh gentle Death, and enfold me under your white wings, for my fellowmen are not in want of me.

Embrace me, oh Death, full of love and mercy; let your lips touch my lips which never tasted a mother’s kiss, not touched a sister’s cheeks, not caresses a sweetheart’s fingertips.

Come and take me, by beloved Death.”


My kids will then perform I’ll Be Missing You together, with Star taking P. Diddy’s part and Angel, Faith Evans. [cos they’re gangsta, not to mention super talented like that.]


This will be followed by a close girlfriend or sister-in law reciting a poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.


Should any other family member, friend or foe wish to have their say, this would be the moment for them to do so.  And I shan’t be so presumptuous as to dictate just how they should extol my virtues … only that they do!


The official service will conclude with Time To Say Goodbye echoing out under a moonlit sky, as everyone departs for the After Tears party, where they’ll be more modern music played to get down to, with copious amounts of alcohol thrown in for good measure!