I was motorbiking at Rizal St. in Laoag when I passed by this funeral carriage infront of the Aglipayan church. Although the sun was sizzling hot, I just had to go back and take a pic of it. I want to be in that vehicle when they bring me to to my grave.
I hope you do not find it morbid, karikna. Death, they say, is the only sure thing in life. While no politician is assured to win the election (unless unopposed), everybody is bound to die sooner or later.
When I die, I do not want any of those bands which will destroy the solemnity of my wake and burial. Some bands even perform green, sex-laden songs during ‘last nights’ would you believe? One song they performed at a wake I attended goes, “Sisid marino, naglaing toy nobyok, iyunana toy baba santo ngumato. (Marine dive. My boyfriend is so good, he starts down below then works his way up).
I also do not want those annoying speakers playing religious songs at my funeral march, I would have had enough of noise during election periods when I was alive.
My remains I pray brought directly to the cemetery, no stopovers at the church. I would not want to make the church richer by my death.
I want all the Ilocano rituals and practices for the dead observed. And please don’t call Atong King, no gambling please.