Monday Death News
1. The Who. The English rock band that Eddie Vedder called “possibly the great live band ever.” An English treasure.
This summer the Olympics find their home in England; and naturally England wanted The Who to be apart of the opening act. So, they invited The Who.
Explains Roger Daltrey (The Who’s lead singer) on Jimmy Kimmel Live:
“We got an email requesting, ‘Can Keith Moon attend the opening ceremony?’ And our manager sent an email back responding, ‘Well, actually, he currently resides at Golders Green Crematorium where he’s been for the last 35 years, but maybe if you’ve got a round table, some letters and some glasses, you might be able to get him there.”
Keith Moon has been dead for 35 years. Opps.
2. And yet — considering the resurrection of the over decade dead Tupac at Coachella — why can’t they bring Keith Moon back in holographic form?
They are, in fact, bringing back Freddie Mercury to sing “We Are the Champions”.
Who do you want to see in holographic splendor? Jesus? Marilyn Monroe? How about a chat with Hitler? We could reunite the Beatles?
3. Web friend Leanne Penny — who has featured her story on my blog — recently shared some of her story for RELEVANT Magazine. Here’s the first couple paragraphs:
Last Mother’s Day was one of the most emotionally charged days of my life.
For starters, it was the first Mother’s Day where I wasn’t sending a card or flowers to my mom. She was gone. She had taken her life that past fall after a slow fade from depression.
It was also my first Mother’s Day as a mom of two, and our baby son Caedmon was being dedicated at our church that morning.
If that wasn’t enough, my heart was freshly broken with the news that Stacy, a college student I had been mentoring for over a year, had died the day before in a tragic drug overdose. So there I was, in my yellow cotton dress, my heart heavy with crushed hopes and my arms full of soft, blue-eyed baby hope, all the prayers I had wrapped up in him.
At the appropriate moment, my husband and I rose and moved to the front of our church for the dedication. After he was anointed with oil, my dear friend Tiffany laid her hands on our baby and prayed strong and faithful words over his life. As her prayers fell over my son, so did both of our tears. Tiffany’s a mother, like me, and had traveled faithfully with me on the past year’s gut-wrenching journey of losing my mom.
I held out hope for my mother until the very end. I’d send songs, books, Scripture and emails in the hopes that something would penetrate the crust of her depression. When I got the call she had walked out in front of a train, that hope died with her.
If you want to read the rest of the article, click HERE.
4.) Here’s another good story about Mother’s Day and the death of our mothers: A Good Death: How do you go in style? A Mother’s Day Special.
5.) Finally, Death Public Relations sent me an article about the most expensive caskets:
I knew about Batesville’s bronzed “Promethean” (in fact I saw one in the process of being created). Most of the world saw the “Promethean” on display when Michael Jackson’s body was laid to rest in one. These babies cost roughly $24,000.
But I had never heard of the “Golden Casket”, which runs at about $35,000 and is overlaid with 24-karat gold.
Feast your eyes on the most expensive casket your body can be buried in: