At first flash of Eden
We raced down to the sea
Standing there on Freedom's Shore
Waiting for the sun.....
Waiting for the sun.

Jim Morrison




Death makes Angels of us all




In the event of my untimely demise these are my instructions:

I want to be cremated. Please take my cremains back to San Franscisco, to be scattered on Baker Beach. Use the north end near the Golden Gate Bridge, which is now a nudist area. (smile)

I would appreciate it if nobody spent a ton of money on flowers. Have a party, with lots of beer, loud music, and laugh about all the funny things I did and how much you loved me. It's okay if you lie, I won't be there to argue.
Make me look **bad**








I would like a small memorial service. Please play this music:

Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D Minor
The Rachmaninoff Rhapsody, on the Theme of Paganini; Op 43 Var XVIII, Andamie Caniabile
Albinoni's Adagio in G Minor
and the Doors' Light My Fire



While these are playing, could someone please recite:
Rimbaud's "Evening Prayer" and Morrison's the "Severed Garden"
And, this is most important, Morrison's "Lament for my Cock".
I'd greatly appreciate it.


Five to one, baby; One in five--
No one here gets out alive.


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