February 27th, 2006


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:: Dust to Dust? ::

Dust to Dust - Dorothy Winslade

Just a few lunches ago, out of the blue, I asked the Doct how he would like to be buried.
"Any requests?" I inquired.
"I don't really care. Do what you want," he mumbled.
"At least state your preference lah."
"I don't really care. I'll be dead anyway."
"No special requests like having your ashes scattered in the sea?"
Talking about special requests, I thought of Mr Sim's request.
He wanted one of Paul van Dyke's Trance pieces for his funeral procession.
That is interesting.
That would be very interesting, if it did happen one day.
"Actually I wouldn't really care how I would be buried as well," I added.
"In fact, I don't even need a wake; save some money."
The doctor retorted, "the funeral is not about you."
"It's about the people who're close to you," he explained.
Yeah, I know.
There he goes again, evading my enquiry.
That's the doctor.
Maybe I'll just play one of his memorable compilations.
That'll be House Number Six - with The Sound of San Francisco in it.
And for me?
Have a funeral if you want to, but not for me.
Just let me journey back
To the centre of the earth.