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brightpearl 08-21-2007 11:46 AM

Eulogy
 
In this thread we contemplate mortality and the ever-changing nature of the universe by eulogizing ourselves, each other, or anyone/anything we choose, a la John Cleese, to hilarious effect.

(I posted these before, but here they are for quick reference)
John Cleese delivers Graham Chapman's eulogy:


John Cleese delivers his own eulogy:


I'll start.

Brightpearl was a fine, upstanding member of this online community, always ready to lend a virtual hand or offer a scoop of appalling ice cream. She loved cheese and ludicrously green olive oil. I did wish she would shut up about pie and Boards of Canada sometimes, but that's neither here nor there. If only she hadn't eaten that last Funyun (tm), she wouldn't have been so cruelly torn from us as the young, young, completely zit-free age of 29.

27! I meant 27.

Anyway.

Time to spread the ashes.
Carp! We've brought the cat litter by mistake. Look, just toss it over the side; no one'll know the difference!

*cough cough*

It's just like the wind to change direction...
Hopefully she'll be reborn as a friendly goat or a contented whale or something, and not an oyster. Again.

Thank you all for coming, and do remember to live each moment as though it were your last.
And stay away from Funyuns (tm).

brightpearl 08-21-2007 12:02 PM

We are gathered here today to bear witness to the lives of my son's seamonkeys. Good little pets were they, if a little boring. I must say, they weren't very good conversationalists. But at least they didn't bite. And they hardly ever went outside the litterbox.

Their passing, after such short and inexplicably upside-down existences, gives us the opportunity to reflect on the fragility of life, and its perpetually inexplicable misorientation. May it offer us the reminder we need to enjoy each fleeting moment as it comes, upside-down or not. They've left us countless thousands of tiny hatchlings to remember them by, and also some nondescript green sludgy stuff which is likely their mortal remains.

They'll be missed.

*flush*

In closing, I would like to read this poem by Emily Dickinson. Try not to think about how it can be sung to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas," as indeed can every flipping verse she ever penned.

I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.

I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.

I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.

I wonder if when years have piled--
Some thousands--on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;

Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.

The grieved are many, I am told;
The reason deeper lies,--
Death is but one and comes but once
And only nails the eyes.

There's grief of want, and grief of cold,--
A sort they call 'despair,'
There's banishment from native eyes,
In sight of native air.

And though I may not guess the kind
Correctly yet to me
A piercing comfort it affords
In passing Calvary,

To note the fashions of the cross
Of those that stand alone
Still fascinated to presume
That some are like my own.


Anna 08-21-2007 03:10 PM

I suspect they were killed by inflation

12"razormix 08-23-2007 02:56 PM

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brightpearl 08-23-2007 04:14 PM

^That is effing *brilliant*. Harry Pryor...he he he.

trisherina 08-27-2007 10:26 AM

Good poem for death of a pet:

Grieve not, nor
speak of me
with tears,
but laugh and
talk of me
as if I were
beside you
I loved you so. . .
Twas Heaven
here with you.

Isla Paschal Richardson


No, no dead pets at the moment but the next one to go will be a heartwrencher.

brightpearl 09-01-2007 01:32 PM

We are gathered here today to remember Seebe's beloved computer, which was taken from us after an unfortunate No. 8 bus error.


It served her well, and thus is contributed to our community by allowing us to see a toilet with a giant tongue, in all its glory, several times a day. We are humbly grateful for its existence, O Lords of Electronica, and we pray its passing does not result in Seebe disappearing entirely.

May Microsoft have mercy on its operating system.

Pixie Cherries 09-01-2007 05:09 PM

Eulogy to Sony Bono by Cher
 

seebe 09-01-2007 09:19 PM

^^ hahahaha That's beautiful, thanks Pearlie. My computer has been raised from the dead faster than Jesus. It was the power supply and chip set fan.

Anna 09-01-2007 10:02 PM

<--- mine

see ya - open bar

brightpearl 09-09-2007 06:08 PM

Sometimes this thread is sadder than at other times.


Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

~Romeo and Juliet, Act 3, Scene 2

I made a casserole.

brightpearl 02-01-2008 12:18 AM

All Is Well
Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)
Canon of St Paul's Cathedral

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.

*sigh*
Piles of casseroles.

brightpearl 08-12-2008 10:42 PM

Dear long-lost friend,
I am sorry to hear of your passing. You were a hyper little bastard when I knew you, and your hair was always messed up, and you drove your sister and I freaking nuts. But you were gorgeous and bright, and I hope you are all right.
With kind remembrance,
brightpearl

brightpearl 09-20-2009 10:15 PM

Oh lord, I don't know how I would have made it without you sometimes. I'm so grateful to you for staying with me until I could bear to let you go. Giving you cream cheese was one of my few joys in life for a while, and I only wish I could have given you a kidney as well.
I can still smell your perpetually spotless fur, my darling, and see your beautiful pink toes. I found you on the street, but you were a king.

You had gotten so frail, so frail, but right now in my mind's eye you are still racing full tilt out of the woods after a little brown rabbit that you had no hope of catching, but damn, you sure were alive. You used to try to get me to let you out to chase the geese, remember? Haha, they would have had you for lunch, but it was so much fun to watch you dream.

Tonight I feel like I'll never have room for another cat in my heart again, but someday I'll come across one that reminds me of you, and I won't have a chance.

I hope heaven is made of tuna, though I could never stand the smell.

xo.

Brynn 09-21-2009 05:22 PM

:( So very very sorry, my friend. My condolences. He sounds like he was a very wonderful cat. He was very handsome as well.


brightpearl 09-21-2009 11:38 PM

Oh, he was very handsome, and didn't he know it.
I like all cats, really, but this one was really special, very smart and very tuned into me, somehow.
His name was Atlas, because in his bearing, you could see the weight of the world resting on his shoulders, even when he was a kitten. I never felt like a cat loved me before, but that one did. He was lovely.

Thanks, Brynn.

lukkucairi 09-22-2009 11:44 AM

*hugs* brightpearl

Coffee 09-22-2009 10:04 PM

Aww. Sorry for your loss Pearly. Along with the joy having and loving pets comes the seriously down-side of having to let/help them go eventualy.

/hug

Jack Flanders 09-23-2009 01:06 AM

I miss my Cinnamon Girl. 1 month yesterday.

Marcus Bales 09-23-2009 09:06 AM

INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG.
A Memorial to Boatswain
George Gordon, Lord Byron
Newstead Abbey, November 30, 1808.

Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains of one
Who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery
If inscribed over human ashes,
Is but a just tribute to the Memory of
BOATSWAIN, a DOG
Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803,
And died at Newstead, Nov 18th, 1808.


When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rest below:
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been:
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master's own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth:
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power,
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye! who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on --- it honours none you wish to mourn:
To mark a friend's remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one, --- and here he lies.

Hyakujo's Fox 09-23-2009 09:47 AM

sorry for your loss miss pearla :(


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Hyakujo's Fox 09-30-2009 04:34 AM

'Lucy in the Sky' dies
Quote:

THE woman who inspired The Beatles' legendary song Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds has died aged 46 from an auto-immune disease. Lucy O'Donnell was at school with John Lennon's son, Julian, when she was three and it was his picture of her in 1966 that inspired the classic song.

According to various biographies, the young Julian took the picture home to his father and explained: ''It's Lucy in the sky with diamonds.''

Brynn 10-05-2009 07:19 PM

To the overdue death of a friendship.
To a man who forgave his own debts.


I should have set his clothes on fire,
Or thrown a rock through his front window.
But I simply kicked him off my train.
Bully. Toxin. Thief.
Limp nub of a barren man.
He destroys the sanctity of homes.
Travel into your darkness alone, sir.

brightpearl 08-20-2010 06:42 PM

You can only really stick it to life by living.
I wish someone had been there to tell you, or, if they were, that you could have heard the words.


Jack Flanders 08-20-2010 07:45 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Jack Flanders (Post 415710)
I miss my Cinnamon Girl. 1 month yesterday.

Coming up on 1 year. I still miss her especially when I'm out for a good, long walk along the beach.

Marcus Bales 08-21-2010 09:26 AM

HERE A NIT-WIT LIES
Patrick Barrington

Here a nit-wit lies,
Between myrtles serried;
Mourners dry your eyes.
He is better buried.

He from toe to crown
Wooden like a tree was;
Never yet was clown
Purer clown than he was.

Other fools have been
Foolish for a season,
Yet at times have seen
Glimmerings of reason.

He, the arch-fools’ butt,
Could do nothing clever
But, conceived a mutt,
Stayed a mutt forever.

No redeeming sparks
From his brain rebounded.
His obtuse remarks
Kept the world astounded.

Start his watch and he
Would be sure to stop it;
Give the fool a free
Drink and he would drop it.

Mourners, let him be
Without word or mention;
Such a prodigy
Passes comprehension.

Here a nit-wit lies.
Let us not regret him.
When the dead shall rise
He’ll forget to. Let him.

brightpearl 10-10-2010 05:12 PM

Library of Ashes


Klynne 10-13-2010 01:20 AM

My friend died two weeks ago of stage four brain cancer. She was only 50. Her favorite word was bastard. That bastard, this that bastard that. I miss her.

trisherina 10-13-2010 02:59 AM

watch

brightpearl 10-13-2010 05:01 PM

^That is a perfect example of what the internet is capable of at its best.

brightpearl 07-09-2011 06:18 PM

ouch
:(


brightpearl 05-08-2012 10:11 PM

“I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more...”


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