I hope I outlive my parents because no parent should have to bury a child. If that happens like I want it to, it will be up to y’all and Waylon to get the music right at my funeral. If you do not get the music right, I swear to the Good God above I will come back and haunt the ever-loving MESS out of each and every one of you until you are dead as I am even if you weren’t in charge of the music. You will have no peace so you better speak up! I will sing a looping version of ‘enry the Eight, I Am, I Am a la Patrick in Ghost if you screw this up. Music is the most important thing in the world. That should be reflected at my funeral.
The Lord be with you, and also with you…Let us go forth in the name of Christ, Thanks be to God.
The music shall commence hence:
And then the moving to and fro shall commence:
And then we shall take it old school thusly:
Then, in conclusion, we shall shake what God gave us, pass out the white handkerchiefs and umbrellas for the second line. Somebody needs to make sure you don’t need a parading permit in Hattiesburg:
Then take it back to the house to commence in the eating of funeral food. Amen.