Funeral mix tapes. That's the next big thing, didn't you know? I really should trademark this fantastic idea. So far, all I've started is a hashtag on Twitter.
Of course, my first tweet using the hash is the only one that shows up. But we can change that. We are the world. We are the children.
No, most decidedly that song is NOT on my #funeralmixtape.
I just made that first sentence in the second paragraph a lie. "Night Moves" by Bob Seger. Perfect, yeah? So now my #funeralmixtape includes two songs. The first? Van Morrison's "Brown Eyed Girl."
Why not just all Bruuuuuuuuuuce for the whole #funeralmixtape? Because that's too damn easy. I will state unequivocally for here and now and all time -- until such time as my family creates my #funeralmixtape to play at my funeral -- that I will limit the number of Bruuuuuuuuuuce songs to the arbitrary one-third of all songs on the #funeralmixtape.
Which means with two non-Bruuuuuuuuuuce songs already on my #funeralmixtape, I can add one. That's tough. I have so many favorite Bruuuuuuuuuuce songs. I'm going to have to go with the one that made me first love him and foresake all others. "Thunder Road."
I'm going to LOVE listening to my #funeralmixtape. Oh, shit, right. I won't hear it. Maybe it should also serve as a #comamixtape. Yeah, so if that's the way my death rolls, with a coma first, then this will work out fantastically.
What? No, I'm not sick. Well, not sick in that sense. Sick in the #funeralmixtape sense. Duh.