I want to be cremated
I know how boring funerals can be
I want people to gather
meet new people
have a laugh, a dance, meet a loved one.
I want people to have free drink all night
I want people to patch together half truths.
I want people to contradict each other
I want them to say, ‘I didn’t know him but Cheers’
I want my parents there,
adding more pain to their life
I want to have my ashes scattered in a bar.
on the floor, mingle with sawdust,
a bar where beautiful trendy people
will trample over me… again