BOO! Tag from the Other Side.
This is Gypsy's doing:
1. How old do you think you'll be when you die?
I hope for at least 90 - more if I still have my marbles. If I don't, I may pack up my marbles and go home early.
2. How will you die?
In the company of family, probably choking on a mouthful of red that went down the wrong way. No - too traumatic. I think they'll all be laughing and suddenly someone will notice the old bat in the comfy chair has been quiet for a while. I'll have a smile on my face though.
3. What will your last words be?
Is that bottle empty?
4. What will your epitaph read?
"She said she'd do it tomorrow ..."
5. Any parts of your body you wouldn't donate?
Nope. Although who but a pervert would want anything from a 90-year-old sloth with a fondness for decent red?
6. What song will be played at your funeral?
No song. Just Mads and a friend playing the slow movement from Bach's double violin concerto, and a really great jazz band at the wake.
7. Cremated, buried or "other"?
A quick crackle and pop rather than slow decomposition for me please. Or if someone can come up with a less polluting option in the meanwhile, I'll take one of those.
8. If you could take one thing with you to the "next life", what would it be?
Music.
9. If you could take one person with you, whether they like it or not, who would it be?
Not telling. He may have other plans and I want to surprise him.
10. Supposing they existed, do you think you'd end up in heaven or hell?
My version of heaven please. No hot pokers but a fair sprinkling of naughtiness.
11. If you could haunt any one place, where would it be?
I might keep Gypsy company in her castle. Certainly somewhere old and indoors though.
12. If you could haunt any one person, who would it be?
Whichever world leader was causing the most grief in the world at the time. I'd give him / her hell.
13. What type of ghost would you be?
Unthreatening and generally lovely, bringing a feeling of warmth and wellbeing rather than the clammy coldness which generally goes with the job. (Except in the case of No. 12, naturally.)
14. You've been given the chance to send one message back to the land of the living. What does it say?
The bloke up here says don't live your life with an eye to pleasing him. He says please each other instead, and he'll be happy.
1. How old do you think you'll be when you die?
I hope for at least 90 - more if I still have my marbles. If I don't, I may pack up my marbles and go home early.
2. How will you die?
In the company of family, probably choking on a mouthful of red that went down the wrong way. No - too traumatic. I think they'll all be laughing and suddenly someone will notice the old bat in the comfy chair has been quiet for a while. I'll have a smile on my face though.
3. What will your last words be?
Is that bottle empty?
4. What will your epitaph read?
"She said she'd do it tomorrow ..."
5. Any parts of your body you wouldn't donate?
Nope. Although who but a pervert would want anything from a 90-year-old sloth with a fondness for decent red?
6. What song will be played at your funeral?
No song. Just Mads and a friend playing the slow movement from Bach's double violin concerto, and a really great jazz band at the wake.
7. Cremated, buried or "other"?
A quick crackle and pop rather than slow decomposition for me please. Or if someone can come up with a less polluting option in the meanwhile, I'll take one of those.
8. If you could take one thing with you to the "next life", what would it be?
Music.
9. If you could take one person with you, whether they like it or not, who would it be?
Not telling. He may have other plans and I want to surprise him.
10. Supposing they existed, do you think you'd end up in heaven or hell?
My version of heaven please. No hot pokers but a fair sprinkling of naughtiness.
11. If you could haunt any one place, where would it be?
I might keep Gypsy company in her castle. Certainly somewhere old and indoors though.
12. If you could haunt any one person, who would it be?
Whichever world leader was causing the most grief in the world at the time. I'd give him / her hell.
13. What type of ghost would you be?
Unthreatening and generally lovely, bringing a feeling of warmth and wellbeing rather than the clammy coldness which generally goes with the job. (Except in the case of No. 12, naturally.)
14. You've been given the chance to send one message back to the land of the living. What does it say?
The bloke up here says don't live your life with an eye to pleasing him. He says please each other instead, and he'll be happy.
posted by MargieCM at 12:13 pm
17 Comments:
Hi Margie,
I enjoyed your ghost tag! I am getting mine together. hope you are well . xoxo
MargieCM:
Great post! I cannot, however, envision, nor would I want, to live into my ninties.
By the way, the music of the nineties is a great reason to avoid anything nineties as well!
Peace, joy, and all of that...plus more,
--Dan L.
I still have to do this, Margie. Later. I keep saying that don't I? Still haven't finished with your last post yet. My we are being prolific these days
This was also a terrific post. I have this marvellous image of you as Marige, forty years on, sitting in a Paris cafe buttoned up to the throat in your best black with a hat slipping to one side of your head, an empty glass at your side and a beatific smile on your face. The life in your bod will have expired, but the expression on your face will say "I knew heaven would be like this"
Hi Grace - I look forward to reading yours too. I suspect beautiful dogs may be involved ...
Dan, the nineties are wonderful if you have your health. (Even if the decade left much to be desired). My paternal grandmother was 101 when she died, and even then she was sharp and ornery enough for it to be by her own choice. She'd broken her hip and was in hospital, and pneumonia set in. Rallying slightly, she was told she couldn't expect to live independently any more. She was a deeply religious and respectable woman, so she didn't exactly say "stuff it then", but it amounted to the same thing. Just refused any more food, drink or treatment, and quietly slipped away on her own terms. Classy.
Val - I LOVE it! I shall start working towards that as my Masterplan immediately. (Or have I already started?)
Hi Margie
Lovely to hear from you, especially after my very long spells of inactivity in Blogland and total immersion in Flickrland.
Unlike Maria / E.l. Wisty from Finland I don't easily keep those two balls in the air at the same time. Men aren't very good at multi tasking it seems.
At last, after a very long time of research, I can now make the all-aroud-and-up-and-down panoramas and avoid the parallax issues like in the back window of the white Mazda nearby.
I expect to really take off in the panorama department now.
Here is the link to the photo set called
'A special set for you', which is generated automatically by Flickr, based on the popularity of my photos with other Flickrers.
This means that it starts with the biggest hit and also that it changes gradually over time...
Have fun watching the slide show, and thanks for asking.
I'll make the link a permanent feature in the Blogger sidebar.
I'll be back later for a proper comment on your post.
Margie!, I love it!.. Like Val I have a vision of you sitting with a smile on your face quite content..
mind you with all that red you consumed in your very long life time, I think you will be preserved liked the fine wine..haha!..
I think we could have eternal fun haunting that castle!..dressed in our 'Haunte-couture'
3. What will your last words be?
Is that bottle empty?
4. What will your epitaph read?
"She said she'd do it tomorrow ..."
5. Any parts of your body you wouldn't donate?
Nope. Although who but a pervert would want anything from a 90-year-old sloth with a fondness for decent red?
Hehehehehe, you're a treasure Margie!
Generally speaking marvellous tag entries. I especially agree with #1. It would be good to stay physically healthy till old age, but if it goes, it goes - and for most it does. On the other hand, I think loss of the marbles would be a true horror.
Oh... I have fondness for decent red, what's so bad about that?? Certainly an assert in any body bits! Consumed sensibly, it only good for the flesh.
Hi Margie,
I loved your answer Music. Yes, what is any life without it? It is what brought a lot of us together in the first place.
Beautiful post.
xx
AM
'ello Margie,
I am unable to come with a clever, imaginative post for the ghost! I know, soorry. It would involve dogs though, absolutely!!
I revisited here and thought I had posted, but didn't - sowwy.
Its a great post. Love the picture you paint with the red wine. Aaah! red wine and music are one of life's perfect combinations.
Hopefully one day we'll all be around a real table drinking lots of red, listening to music and dying (not literally) of laughter.
xx
Lesley
Amen to Number fourteen!
Hello, I just bought some marbles...
I thought of music, too, but it's in my head anyway.
I love your prose. You have a wit that is sharp and quick. Not to mention, a great knack with words.
She does, doesn't she Dale?
The weekend's over Mrs J, time you came back to see us again....!
... and she's back in the room. Lots going on here, and all of it keeping me from sitting on my bottom typing. It was in the mid-30's here yesterday, which is pretty hot for Spring. Back to 21 and overcast today. I love Melbourne's weather. You never get bored!
Koos, thanks for the link - as you probably know by now I have visited and loved. Remarkable pictures.
And Gypsy, Haunte-Couture here I come! I think have just the dress to do it in. Very long and lacy, very black, very floaty and femme-goth. I know you're supposed to do these things in white, but as I've said before, Melbourne women wear black, darling. And yes, I think a regular and appropriate intake of red is a perfect preservative!
Maria, I see you agree. Seriously, it is good for you in moderation (I hate that word so much); lots of antioxidants, good for relaxing tension and stress, good for the heart and blood pressure, good for the digestion. I'm glad you liked the list. I will work on keeping my marbles intact for as long as possible.
Anne Marie, thank you,and yes, I would hate not to hear music again, so I hope it's around in some form.
Grace - I knew it! But don't underestimate yourself. i'm sure you could come up with a great list - dogs included!
Lesley, that sounds wonderful. I do occasionally sit down after dinner with a glass of red and visit you all. It's a sort of virtual get-together I suppose, but the real thing would be lovely.
Dale, thank you for you lovely comments. Number fourteen was because I just think there are so many people who worry about pleasing their god by going to church or temple and going through the ceremonial motions, and forget about simply living good, kind lives.
Now Val I'm back for a minute or two, but this week is a biggie, so no promises. Deep breath: Madeleine's James has his assessment recital tonight (she had hers last week and it went really well), work all day tomorrow, Wed and Fri, out tomorrow night at a concert at Emma's and Sophie's school, Wednesday night is Mads' school's Spring Jazz gig at a club in the city (so James is playing), Thursday afternoon Colin graduates with his PhD, Thursday evening means big dinner party here for extended family to celebrate (not quite a Karonkka Maria, but big nevertheless), and Friday night I'm out at a work dinner. Phew! Just don't do anything too exciting while I'm away please.
Ooh yess! a Morticia Addams dress!..
Dale's right Margie you have an incredibly quick wit. Loved #5, still laffin over it.
~Lace~
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