Prompt: "The song to play at your funeral"
Selected by Pat
"Karma Chameleon"
Culture Club
Colour by Numbers, 1983
I've given my wife and sister strict instructions for when I die: I am to be burned upon a pyre while this song plays. The gathering is to have a party atmosphere. Guests are to dance around the fire and revere its power, as I did in life. Obviously anyone reading this post is welcome to attend.
Why this song? There's no deep, meaningful reason. I just think the image of my corpse being laid to flaming rest while "Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon" rings out is kinda funny. My primary goal when I communicate is to entertain myself. Hopefully that's obvious after 99 days of reading my writing. So let my final message be something I find amusing. It's my funeral.
If no body can be recovered, they are to construct a statue of me made from uncooked scrapple and proceed as planned. This is not because I'm a breakfast fanatic. Scrapple is just the material that most closely resembles my body texture.
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