When I go…

When I go, I don’t want a big fuss. I fully intend to be around for a long time yet and then I’ll just quietly slip off if that’s OK.
No lying in state for a week (especially if it’s summer) for people to come and pay their last respects and comment on how I’m looking so much better than I did last week (when I was, at least, alive).
No fancy horse-drawn carriage parade through the street while crowds of wailing locals throw flowers and rocks as I pass by. I don’t need that.

All I really ask is a few close friends and family, Morten Harket’s Spanish Steps and some decent tuna and cucumber sandwiches at the wake.

Oh – and not to be stuck in the back of a Medi-Sprint bakkie next to some TB specimens and a box of flat-bottomed 96-well assay plates.
If that’s not too demanding.

People ask why I’m always carrying my camera around with me. Well, it’s because if I didn’t, I’d miss stuff like this.

I have no idea where Medi-Sprint were delivering it to, but I guess there probably wasn’t actually any real need to sprint, when you think about it.

Medi-Sprint’s tagline is: We Deliver – You Relax.

  • Here’s hoping those coffins are empty, otherwise there is going to be a rather strong whiff coming from that bakkie! 😀
    .-= Helga Hansen´s last blog ..Last of the summer time =-.

  • Po

    I don’t think that tagline coupled to that photo would encourage customers somehow.
    .-= Po´s last blog ..What I think =-.

  • Reflex

    Hmmm, seems maybe they have a cure for TB in the back there.
    They have successfully stopped the coffin.

    Please excuse bad/old pun.

    Actually, don’t.

  • HH > I didn’t get close enough to smell. Thanks goodness for my big zoom.

    Po > Think the customers need any encouragement?

    Reflex > Haha. Great minds and all that: http://www.flickr.com/photos/6000/4075829856/