Day Two Hundred Twenty-One
Today decide which organs to donate in case of death and let your family know.
All of them. But I don't plan on ever being dead, so this is kind of moot. But, if somehow something goes wrong with my plans, all of them. As you may or may not know, my funeral plans are very specific. Which is odd, since I don't ever plan on needing a funeral, but my plans are so awesomely outrageous that they need to be planned whether I turn out to be immortal or not. Take out all my organs, donate 'em, the replace them with explosives and sew me back up. Then, at the end of the service, "TNT" by AC/DC will be played and I will be detonated. So yeah, take all my organs and let someone else benefit from my superior awesomeness.
posted by MDC @ 23:01
10 Comments:
I've arrived late it seems. A normal thing for me.
Have I missed much? Don't tell me all the finger food has gone...
On a serious note (but first I shared your funeral request with all my coworkers, who were greatly amused and filed it away for future reference. Just in case we ever need to follow up on your request, you know), in Illinois a person simply needs to visit http://www.lifegoeson.com/ and fill out a short form (driver's license or ID card required) to enter themselves in the donor registry. Unfortunately, you can't specify *which* organs you want to donate (it's all or nothing), so if you had any separate plans for your spleen, you can forget it.
Life goes on? If that in any way goes to help "Corky" and "Becka" count me in! I just love those goofy bastards!
Could get very messy. Perhaps add to the planning list a request for all attendees to be wearing raincoats for their own protection. And probably rain hats.
Any significance in having an Australian band for your splendid departure?
Adding the rain coats and plastic would make this ceremony similar to attending a Gallagher performance where he uses the Sledge-o-Matic!
I want to go to your funeral.
I love the idea of some outrageously wacky funeral. I've always thought I'd like to be cremated, have my ashes mixed with some paint that was used to paint the body of a guitar, played on stage by some fanatically good guitar player (Stevie Ray Vaughn was it until he croaked), and then smashed and burned on stage Jimi Hendrix style to end the evening.
And all my friends and family would have free backstage passes for punch/vodka.
-olly
What hell is going on?
You post about your funeral plans and then we get no updated blogs. Is this the end of the world or just you?
Has MDC finally reached immortality and no longer worries about small things like posting?
We had such high hopes...
Corky WAS one goofy son of a bitch.
I will be back this week. I started a new job, ran a triathlon, and planned and attened a bachelor pary weekend in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. This blog got trimmed from the list of responsibilities for a while, but I have put in too much to completely abandon it.
woooo! i heart lake geneva!
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