Friday, February 27, 2009
When someone dies
Now, maybe this is some deep connection to my ancestors, but when someone dies, I want a bonfire. I want a big-ass pyre that screams my sorrow into the night sky. I want the warmth of the flames to remind me of the embrace of my loved one, and I want the smoke to remind me of ascension of my prayers to my unseen God "up" in heaven. I also wish we could have a one night pass on the Word of Wisdom and all get piss drunk on rum as we sing dirges into the night and tell stories of our fallen friend. A bonfire is cathartic.