Irish wake?

PinTail

I am Irish and I want an Irish wake, dose anyone else desire to go that direction when they hit the big sleep. At the very lest have my ashes paraded around by my beer drinking karaoke singing friends each with a half pitcher mug of Amber Bock and hot polish sausages. I would much rather have this than have a situatioin where if those who loved me or thought I was one hell of a guy feel weird for not being them selfs. Shane

LittleToe

Hi Shane,

I've been to quite a few Scottish wakes.
It works for me
The whole community comes out and involves themselves in the party

Ross.

prophecor

Not Irish, at least not in me' blood, though my last name speaks of such. I was just considering the other day, however, a song that I want played at my funeral at the close of the ceremony.

I heard it on the radio while getting ready to change the station in the car, and then, I stopped, It was George Micheal with Elton John singing " Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me ". While listening to it, it had a somber, yet slightly majestic aura to it. I don't like to focus on the inevitable but that's the direction taken when being JW. Old habits die hard.

Frannie Banannie

LOL! That's EXACTLY what I want! No funeral! Just a happy party!

Frannie

xenawarrior

I was just part of an Irish wake in November. Now I truly know what it means. My grandmother, who was born in County Clare, Ireland and came to the U.S. in 1930 died at the age of 95. The entire family was there from all over the U.S. and everyone was involved in the funeral ceremony; including all 14 grandchildren. The ceremony was awesome and ended with a processional led by a bagpipe player performing "Danny Boy". It gave me goosebumps to turn around and look down the aisle and see him standing there- only a couple of people knew that was to be part of it. After the ceremony we went to a local irish bar/restaurant and had a dinner and open bar.

We started with my family all being together on Thursday night and the funeral was on Saturday. So much eating and drinking and celebrating for several days. There was a bonding in our family and some old wounds were healed between a few folks. It was truly a wonderful honoring of her life and the wonderful woman she was and I'll cherish the memory of that celebration always.

And that's the way I want to go. Have a party !

XW

the_classicist

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
A gentleman, Irish, mighty odd;
He had a brogue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way
With a love of the whiskey he was born
And to help him on with his work each day
He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn.
Chorus:Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
2. One mornin' Tim was feelin' full
His head was heavy which made him shake;
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed,
A gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head.
Chorus:
3. His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien began to bawl
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
"Arragh, hold your gob" said Paddy McGhee!
Chorus:
4. Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawlin' on the floor.
And then the war did soon engage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began.
Chorus:
5. Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim!
The corpse revives! See how he raises!
Timothy rising from the bed,
Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
Chorus: