Last week, I chanced upon the show Four Weddings and A funeral on Star Movie. This was one of my favourite shows and it introduced me to Huge Grant and Andie MacDowell twenty years ago. I’ve probably watched the show more than ten times (no kidding!), way back when I first bought the video tape of the movie and on and off on cable. I thought I already knew every line the characters were going to say until the scene from the funeral came on and a poem was read. Thank goodness for the internet, I can reproduce it here. Perhaps one of my friends (the one who said she’ll read my eulogy) can read it at mine.
Funeral Blues /Stop all the clock
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 crepe 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 for ever: 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.