Okay, so maybe I want a funeral for my birthday

We've all made wacky and potentially embarrassing pacts with our buddies, particularly after we've had a few drinks. So we get why English best friends Kevin Elliot and Barry Delaney made a pact that whoever outlived the other had to wear a dress to the dead one's funeral.

But the deal took on significantly more weight when Kevin Elliot, 24, was shipped off to fight in Afghanistan. On August 31, Elliot was killed while on foot patrol.

True to his word, Delaney, who had warned Elliot's family in advance, showed up to the funeral in a tight green dress with pink legwarmers. Delaney looked completely ridiculous, mourning among Elliot's army colleagues in their regimental uniforms, and Elliot's proud family in their Sunday best.

And for the fallen soldier, mission accomplished.

http://www.asylum.com/2009/09/17/man-fulfills-death-pact-wears-dress-to-fallen-soldiers-funeral/


Hello ScoFans!

After hearing this story this week, I though I would share with you something I've been thinking about for a few weeks now. Something I have told some of you about in tweet form, or in comment form, but now you'll get to read it in blog form, which will be longer and.. well actually just longer.

So I was thinking about this and about the pacts people make and how much they must love and care about each other to be prepared to do make fools of themselves, and then I asked myself the question, "What would I be prepared to do for the people closest to me in my life?"

And then I asked myself the even more important question, "What would they be prepared to do for me?"

What sort of crazy ridiculous thing could I get people to do at my funeral? I mean, if I'm dead, they can't say no right? Because if I do, I will give them such a haunting.

And do you know what I decided?

Okay, yes, some of you do because as I said I've told you, but some of you don't so I'll tell you if those of you who do know would just stop interrupting me. I'm telling the story right so be quiet.

I want rows and rows of my family and friends doing the Thriller dance.

Look, I even found a handy little "How To" guide.

I should start distributing it now to everyone I know. I don't want anyone to be caught off guard now do I?

In fact, Christmas is only a few months away, wouldn't it make a great Christmas present?

"Merry Christmas Nanna and Pa, enjoy this! Oh, and learn it before I die, okay?"

Wait, what? My Grandparents? But surely, unless there's some great tragedy, they will be dying a long time before I do, so what do they need it for? Well, in my mind, the highlight of the whole room was my Grandparents there getting down to some Thriller style action.

But I don't want to die young (I'm sure nobody does) so this does leave me in a pickle.

Fear not though ScoFans, for as you can see from the title of this post I have worked out a solution.

My birthday is now less than away, and what I should ask everyone to do, for me, on my birthday, is to throw me a funeral. Because at the end of the day, aren't birthday parties just funerals with music?

I mean, it's still good food. It's still a lot of people you care about in one place, the only difference it's that at a funeral there's one less person you care about. (Okay, that was a joke in poor taste.. but I'm not deleting it now. What's been typed cannot be untyped)

And of course, at my birthday funeral, there would be music. There would be Thriller, and there would be everyone I know all dressed up in their best formal gear dancing to it in a church. And a priest as well, because next to my grandparents the priest is the highlight the way I imagine it.

Maybe I could even get the priest to be all..

The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom

And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

and then I jump out of the casket and we all get our Thriller on.

Okay, so maybe I have spent a little bit too much time planning my own funeral, but if I didn't plan it it wouldn't be anything like I wanted it to be.

And while we're talking about Michael Jackson, what is the most inappropriate thing you can think of happening after his death?

Think about that for a second..

Now tell me if it went something like this..

So anyway before you all go off and start practicing the dance, tell me, how do you see your funeral playing out?