It's a running joke in my family: everyone who dies insists upon the rest of us (we're a big famil) singing Amazing Grace. None of us can sing to save our lives, so we all end up in tears of laughter at funerals.
I'm breaking the tradition. I insist, that at my funeral, everyone will sing Bat Out Of Hell. And, if there are people not puffing at sweating at the end of it, they will sing it again. And again. And again... Until everyone looks as exhausted as Meat does after performing BOOH.
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