Friday, October 4, 2024

In Which We Go To A Funeral


We had secret agent Fred's funeral on Saturday on the rooftop deck of my building.  It was sad.  A huge fog bank blew in so it was windy and gray and cold; the very definition of funereal. 

I had been scrambling to get Fred's apartment cleaned out and simultaneously organizing the service.  I was tired and anxious and busy suppressing my emotions, cause that's an important part of being a white boy, and I wound up yelling at my good friend Drumstick.  Oh dear.  Even after apologizing profusely I still felt bad.  At the best of times, I don't have a really strong grip on my temper, and this was definitely not the best of times. 

A big part of the problem was, of course, relatives.  Fred's sister and cousin were in town for the festivities and wound up grating on my nerves.  Both are perfectly nice women under normal circumstances, but they were reacting to their grief.  His sister kept offering to help, but then wouldn't do anything I asked her to.  Plus, she snubbed Diane von Austinburg, making clear that she thought Diane was being presumptive even after I explained how much help Diane has been. Totally Mean Girl.  And the cousin was one of those people who lives to show how very sensitive they are, to the point of making her grief sort of performative. 

Sort of like this.

My favorite part was the art show we put on by pulling out Fred 's paintings and canvases so people could appreciate them. Our friends took a lot of them, but there are still plenty left.  I will be creating a website to make the remainders available.  Watch for more details about how you two can have your very own Secret Agent Fred art. 





Anyway, I am refraining from any more complaints.  It was a long, long day, and I'm glad it's over.  I'm also glad I'm all through cleaning out the apartment.  I woke up the day after I finished and realized I didn't have anything to do and was so immensely relieved.

When you're planning my funeral, here are some suggestions for pallbearers and memorial Go-Go boys: 
Curvy


Speaking of white boys.



Do not get poop stains on my good white couch.


Plein aire.


Sometimes bleach blonde frost 'n tips are the way to go.




16 comments:

  1. Don't you worry dear, I will personally be interviewing the polebearers, hum, I mean pallbearers, for your funeral. Only the finest and most thick for you. I hope this finds you well as can be expected. I love Fred's art and love hanging quirky art in my place, so do let us know when a site is up.

    xox

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    1. I'm glad I can count on you and your discerning taste in dick.

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  2. Grief is awful.

    You are a very good friend to do all you have done for Fred.

    A friend of mine has a lot of her uncle’s art work. It very good. No one wants it. I suggested she take it to a frame shop that would frame and sell it. It wouldn’t get tossed in the trash.

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    1. We're facing the same problem with Tim's art. There is a ton of it and all his friends have taken all they want so we still have a bunch to deal with. I'm going to make a separate blog of them and then list it on craigslist as Free Art. I'll give you naughty pusses aheads up before the craigslist riffraff in case any of you want some

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  3. Funerals are the very worst - they bring all the wrong emotions out of everybody. I've told everyone just to send me off to an incinerator and be done with it...

    Anyhow, those bare polers certainly lift the spirits! I'll take 'em all. Jx

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  4. I'm sure it's a relief to be able to turn the page from this... sorry about the drama... but weddings and funerals brings our the best and worst in everyone... often in the same breath. BozB

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  5. What a fine ass and great physique on bleach blonde frost n tips !
    All these boys should get anyone over grief at a funeral and after especially so !!!
    :-)

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  6. The worst is over, Peenee. It's now time to take care of yourself ... get a massage ... play some calming music ... cuddle the cats ... cuddle some go-go boys ....
    Anonymous, too

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  7. The maid and I will be there, wearing our black mantillas and trying to out keen each other, we'll do you proud.

    Like Jon I have a no-nonsense approach to funerals. I'm not having one and I've made it clear that no one is to see me laid out in my coffin, the lid will be screwed down.

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    1. Nevertheless, I will be at yours, howling and beating on the casket lid

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  8. You are a good man, mrpeenee, caring for your dear friend as he fought his illness, and managing the wake of his life as you fought the hurt, the vast emptiness that grief comes to fill. It speaks to your special friendship, the greater the love, the more overwhelming, and in moments of temper, unbearable the loss.

    Warm thoughts to you.

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  9. Well, I missed this one because I was in Boston burying Mum. My brain says to me that I should post something touching on MittenDrinnen, but I don't know about that. Makes me uncomfortable. You know, the way all social media makes one feel uncomfortable.

    Again, so sorry about Fred.

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    1. So sad to hear this, Norma. I am sure I'll feel exactly the same when my mother goes. Regardless, RIP, and my thoughts go out to you in your loss. Jx

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