When I go, I don’t want a big fuss. I fully intend to be around for a long time yet and then I’ll just quietly slip off if that’s OK.
No lying in state for a week (especially if it’s summer) for people to come and pay their last respects and comment on how I’m looking so much better than I did last week (when I was, at least, alive).
No fancy horse-drawn carriage parade through the street while crowds of wailing locals throw flowers and rocks as I pass by. I don’t need that.
All I really ask is a few close friends and family, Morten Harket’s Spanish Steps and some decent tuna and cucumber sandwiches at the wake.
Oh – and not to be stuck in the back of a Medi-Sprint bakkie next to some TB specimens and a box of flat-bottomed 96-well assay plates.
If that’s not too demanding.
People ask why I’m always carrying my camera around with me. Well, it’s because if I didn’t, I’d miss stuff like this.
I have no idea where Medi-Sprint were delivering it to, but I guess there probably wasn’t actually any real need to sprint, when you think about it.
Medi-Sprint’s tagline is: We Deliver – You Relax.
Here’s hoping those coffins are empty, otherwise there is going to be a rather strong whiff coming from that bakkie! 😀
.-= Helga Hansen´s last blog ..Last of the summer time =-.
I don’t think that tagline coupled to that photo would encourage customers somehow.
.-= Po´s last blog ..What I think =-.
Hmmm, seems maybe they have a cure for TB in the back there.
They have successfully stopped the coffin.
Please excuse bad/old pun.
Actually, don’t.
HH > I didn’t get close enough to smell. Thanks goodness for my big zoom.
Po > Think the customers need any encouragement?
Reflex > Haha. Great minds and all that: http://www.flickr.com/photos/6000/4075829856/