At My Funeral Lyrics

I want laughter to cackle and echo off the church beams

I want the congregation to be colored

Blues like hot air balloons

Reds like ketchup bottles

Yellows like neon bikinis

I want friends to stand on my casket and do stand-up

Jokes and stories

When we played truth or dare and I peed in a garbage can

When we chased horney toads and rattlesnakes til the Western sky swallowed the sun

When we got high listening to The Doors while my parents slept in the other room

When we walked cobble stones of foreign roads, drinking in the beauty through our eyes

When we wept over unreciprocated love and ex-girlfriends

When we celebrated marriage and got drunk with joy

When we paced nervously with sweat-filled armpits and held my first born

When we sat on plastic chairs under porchlight watching cars pass and reminisced

When you held my hand with tight fingers, embracing good-bye, promising eternal friendship and love

No n-shaped mouths

No drowned faces

Only gratitude for our time together