My theme for this year's A- Z Blogfest is DEATH (who I hope is like DEATH in Terry Pratchett's Discworld series): "...tall, thin (skeletal, as a matter of fact), and ALWAYS SPEAKS IN CAPITAL LETTERS. Generally shows up when you're dead, or just when he thinks you ought to be." Today we have D for Death and Dirge.
A Dirge is a lament for the dead, especially one forming part of a funeral rite. I already know I want the bagpipes to play Amazing Grace at my funeral. That's all.
As for death, well, that's the big what if at the end of the road. It's like this door we're all going to go through. Most people don't really know what's on the other side (and really, who wants to step through a door to who knows what? If there was a safety manual I'll wager stepping into the unknown would be on the list of things not to do). Some people think they know (I suspect there's a lot of people in this category), and a few know. Maybe. But there's no way to prove it since no one comes back to tell. Quite the dilemma.
Have you given thought to what sort of music you would want at your funeral?
Excerpt from Mort, by Terry Pratchett, in which DEATH takes on an apprentice...
DEATH: WELL, BOY, DO YOU SINCERELY WANT TO LEARN THE UTTERMOST SECRETS OF TIME AND SPACE?
Mort: Yes, sir. I think so, sir."
DEATH: GOOD. THE STABLES ARE AROUND THE BACK. THE SHOVEL HANGS JUST INSIDE THE DOOR.