Surrealism, or, get translations first
So at the funeral today...
During the service, there were three hymns. I was familiar with two of them, the second was "Jesus Loves Me (This I Know), although I hope the lyrics in the Japanese version aren't quite so infantile. Can't, off the top of my head, remember what the first one was, but I knew it when I was much younger, and the third was new to me.
The minister lead the singing, and he had a very nice voice.
But, on the other hand, however, comma, the music before and after the service...
Keep in mind that this was a commercial funeral home in a country that happily hosts a diversity of religious beliefs. They were running some sort of twinkly little background music, somewhat similar to "A Music Box Christmas". Low volume, inoffensi....
That's the Beatles.
"Hey Jude", to be precise.
Actually though, that's not a bad message for a funeral.
Waitaminit, new song. Same music box album, but now it's George Michael, "Careless Whisper". It's about loss, but loss through cheating. Chicago "Hard to Say I'm Sorry". And now we're on to "Lovin' You (Is Easy Cuz You're Beautiful").
Service should be starting soon, which is good because I'm getting really confused he--
"Every Breath You Take" by the Police.
For. Fuck's. Sake.
Funeral service, yay. Did I just say that out loud? Nope, nobody looking at me strangely.
It was solemn and sad, but that's not the topic of this lesson, I've got a lot to process before I write that one.
Because when the minister dismissed us, the music box started again. "Had a Bad Day" by Daniel Powter. That's just fucking rude.
"Tears in Heaven," by Eric Clapton. The first truly appropriate song of the day.
And we're back to "Hey Jude".
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