And if a Double-Decker Bus Crashes into Us: The Last Song
As Halloween approaches, people like to pretend to be morbid, speaking of death and zombies and setting out fake coffins and tombstones in their front yards. They dress up in scary costumes and have parties celebrating the Festival of the Dead, all the while feeling certain the grim reaper has other business to attend to. And let’s hope he does, but meanwhile, fuck all that. Let’s take a moment to get truly morbid… just a little bit somber and serious. What if you could pick the last song you’d ever hear before you die? I’m not talking about what you want played at your funeral, rather (literally) the last song you want vibrating your eardrums as your eyes finally close. Whether or not you choose to describe the circumstances surrounding that moment (laying in the grass, holding hands with your one, true love, etc.), at least share the song you want to fade out to.
Me, I’d definitely like to be beachside, evening time, with whomever might still love me (if there is anyone left) by my side. And I can’t think of a more beautiful voice to lull me away than Moz’s; the song: There Is a Light That Never Goes Out:
What’s your death theme song, Pajibans? (Anyone who says Hallelujah automatically earns a Murdertank drive-by shooting.)
My name is Cindy Davis; I am not prepared to die.
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