Saturday, April 5, 2014

"Shake'n Bake"

Hi gang...look I'm posting this rant just in bleeping case ya know what I mean. Look if my family tries something funny like sticking me in the ground after I kick da bucket I'm saying here on the air, and in a notarized letter that all that noise if off the menu!

When I'm a goner when I kick the damned bucket shake'n bake my bones! Which is to say cremate my ass. Eh making absolutely sure I'm 'really' 'really' 'really' a stiff. I seriously don't want any misunderstanding at the oven. 

When Uncle Sydney keels over face first first into a pizza with extra sausage. No actually face down into a heaping platter of Bar-B-Q ribs my Root Beer crashing to the floor for effect...

( this an Album Cover or what!)

Anyway I wants to be cooked cremated stir fried the works.

I have no wish to be in a box for 30th century grad students to go poking at my bones, and wondering at my bad teeth.

For crying out loud what a stupid tradition. Dolling up the dead shooting all sorts of chemicals into them..."aww he looks like he's sleeping."

No he ain't the guy's bleeping dead as a bag of rusty hammers!! Get over it..he sure did.

Believe me dolling me up, and shooting me full of all them nasty chemicals ain't gonna do me 'any' good at all!

Let the Dead go.

We live we die we're meat we rot.

We turn to dust we're blown away.

But we're the dust that dreamed that loved, and had a desperate longing need to 'be' loved.

(My meds must be kicking in I'm getting all spiritual soft and fuzzy.) 

Stay Tuned.


  1. I'm with you. I long ago decided that I prefer to be cremated, ever since I first thought about it - possibly influenced by the fact that my dad went that way, when I was about the age of some the boys whose pictures you've posted here. Not any time soon, I hope, of course.


  2. Plop plop fizz fizz or would it be snap crackle pop?