Some of you might remember this post:
http://colomothered.xanga.com/583532227/my-official-last-will-and-testament/
from (holy shit...?) 2 1/2 years ago.

Well. It needs to be updated. It won't be too long.
I realize this is hardly a legal document, but I would like you guys (which in the end would probably be mostly you, Caroline) to try and have it followed and carried out as close as possible to what I'm about to write.

Article I: The Funeral.

1. I want it at Meadowkirk. I want it to be cloudy (feasibly out of control, I know...), with the mist coming off of the hills across the week, like it was all May. It's permissible to wear normal mourning wear, but whatever you do, look fucking classy. I'm going to be really pissed if you all aren't.

2. Music. If there's a recording somewhere of Vocal Ensemble doing that Bread song from my senior year (the Nashville trip), that needs to be played. The Amazing Grace/Jesus Loves Me medley thing would be nice, as well as Ocean Floor (by Audio Adrenaline) and You're Wondering Now by the Specials. Green Day's See the Light would probably be appropriate too. For other ideas, look on my Meadowkirk CD. Oh, and Kanye's Family Business.

3. I want to be cremated and scattered around Massanetta.

4. Skip Ferguson should preach.

5.Anybody who wants to/feels like they should come, can, just be aware of the comments that I would make about them during the service if I was there.

Article II: My Stuff.

1. Everything not outlined in this section can be sold to pay the astronomical cost it will be to have a funeral at Meadowkirk.

2. My Computer can go to Jon Saylor, the stereo to Stephen White, and the music to be split up among whoever wants it. Same for the posters.

3.My clothes can be similarly divided up between whoever wants them, probably mostly to Zach since they would fit him better than anyone else. Oh and Stephan too. Otherwise they can be donated.

4. All of my guitar-related items can be also divided up or sold. Eileen (My Les Paul standard) should be cremated with me. My flute Julia...can be melted down? into a cross. And put...down on the path that goes behind the water treatment plant to the Sycamore field. There's a special spot where it should go, just consult certain Meadowkirk summer staff (2009) members. Holly (melodica) can be given to Stephan. If anyone really wants my other flutes, Kristina or Relena, they can have them, otherwise they should be donated to Stonewall Jackson High School.

5. This is carried over from the last will....All Dr. Fox-Good related documents will be printed out and thrown all over her desk. Or maybe arranged neatly. You can choose. Also included in this is "Freedom....", my short story about Juan Carlos the shark.

6. My books can be divided up/sold except: My biographies of Napoleon and Che will be given to Ferreira. Books that are Christianity-related can be given to Hannah.

Article III:
Other Wishes.

I want a really great toast to be given. Double shot of Jose, no chaser.

The end.

I'm such a fucking nerd, blogging about this shit.

We talked about this in CLASS. An academic setting.

But really...can religion be all practice and no real belief? And belief with no real practice?

The kid who said that it can argued that people got to church, and pray and stuff without really getting all of that theological shit. But also, people believe in the theological stuff, and rarely go to church.

I strongly disagree, though the subject in class changed before I could say so.

Yes, doing the practices without getting all the theology done still gives that person something with meaning. You can do the practices, and I guess the theology might come. But maybe not. I don't think you can just go through the motions like that and really be a part of something.

Take, for instance, people who voted for Obama because they were Democratic, and so were they. You wouldn't necessarily have to believe in the guy, or in democracy in general to vote for him...yet, one still might vote for him, based on party lines, or even something so dumb as appearance. Yes, there is meaning there....for that person. But what does that mean to the idea of Democracy itself? Or anybody else?

Religion can't be so self-centered as to be about giving one person some kind of meaning for their life because they need it. I am so biased, but religion to me is a search for answers about life, the world, and what's beyond it. Yeah, I guess that gives me meaning, but its so much outside of myself. Like, I want to know for me. But at the same time, I want to participate in this higher power stuff because I know its so far beyond me.


Thoughts?