Write your own eulogy

[Asgardian]

You've just been killed in a car accident, your ghostly form is floating over your funeral, who is there, and who says the eulogy?

More importantly what is said in your eulogy?

Try to be honest, try to come up with what would actually be said about you, not just what you want to hear.

This is an actual management conference task, one that I have done several years ago. It's a task, that if treated honestly, tells a great deal about you, how you perceive that others see you, and how you want others to see you.

Are you brave enough to take up this challenge, and answer honestly?

 

[daicos4ever]

I'll get back to you on that one, too late now for such a long, meaningful thesis

 

[Rusty Brookes]

Here in lies the body of Rusty Brookes,
Blessed with brains and handsome looks,
His stay on earth was not long,
but blessed he was with a 12 inch shlong.

But seriously something like:

Jim Lewis lived life to the fullest and was happiest when those around him were happy. He loved his football , music, wrestling and his partner Jackie. He was devoted to his family and believed in the values of fairness and equality. He loved a laugh and always tried to look at the funny side of things, even when things weren't going his way. He valued hard work in all aspects of life and was always willing to lend a helping hand.

 

[jefffff34]

Now this is a story all about how my life got switched turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the angel of a town called Belair.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

In West Philadelphia I was born and raised though the playground was where I spent most of my days, chilling out relaxing in school and shooting some b'ball outside of school when a couple of guys who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood, I got in one little fight and my mum got scared, she said you're moving with your aunty and uncle in Belair.

etc, etc

 

[kristin5]

Originally posted by Hoggy
Now this is a story all about how my life got switched turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the angel of a town called Belair.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

In West Philadelphia I was born and raised though the playground was where I spent most of my days, chilling out relaxing in school and shooting some b'ball outside of school when a couple of guys who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood, I got in one little fight and my mum got scared, she said you're moving with your aunty and uncle in Belair.

etc, etc

Hoggy, you have far too much time on your hands (and watch too much tv!) (BTW, I love that Prince of Bel Air tune, and Will Smith goes alright too!!! )

 

[vanders]

I'd want my best friend to say something, coz i know she would be honest and shes the person who knows me best. As for what she would say,i dunno. Um, if i write something it will be more of a 'this is what i want them to say' not 'this is what they will say'

 

[Jars458]

I may have stolen this from W H Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

 

[kristin5]

Originally posted by Jars458
I may have stolen this from W H Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

That was read out in the movie FOUR WEDDINGS AND A FUNERAL, wasn't it? I loved it when I first heard it - it made me cry! (actually, it still makes me cry, it's so beautiful)

 

[Jars458]

Originally posted by kristin5


That was read out in the movie FOUR WEDDINGS AND A FUNERAL, wasn't it? I loved it when I first heard it - it made me cry! (actually, it still makes me cry, it's so beautiful)

That's the one.

 

[Grendel]

I truly hope that there isn't a eulogy given when I die. Let whoever may care enough about me grieve or laugh or be indifferent in whatever way they choose.

Leave the body to science (hopefully there's some working parts that others can use) and then cremated and scattered at sea (as my father was).

Eulogy? No not interested.

 

[Grinder]

I dont think this is a very useful thread on a site that has children going to it..i think it should be removed because it is in very bad taste and shouldnt be appropriate to anyone here.

Especially when you consider a few posters here know people involved in youth suicide.

 

[Jars458]

Originally posted by Grinder
I dont think this is a very useful thread on a site that has children going to it..i think it should be removed because it is in very bad taste and shouldnt be appropriate to anyone here.

Especially when you consider a few posters here know people involved in youth suicide.

What a load of garbage.

Its not bad taste - its about assessing where your life is at the moment and whether you could improve on it - that's the idea.

Even if it was morbid - big deal - free country and all that.

I suppose you are in favour of banning books as well?

 

[Squeak]

Not sure anyone would show up, so it would probably just be the guy at the funeral home saying something like "Blood and Guts Murphy was quite the sousaphone player...''

 

[M29]

"This one time at band camp..."