and 2008 must end with... death

i would have a lot to say about death, since this year... well, death has shown up her dark face more often than never. but that's meant for another post; this one is about the demise of graham chapman.

if you're asking who is graham chapman, then i feel you should never be allowed to see a comedy movie again, for graham chapman was a master comedian, no more no less than one of the members of monty python. and to answer your second question: no, he hasn't died today, or yesterday. he died in 1989. so why i'm talking about chapman's death now? well, first because i'm a monty python's fan. and also because only yesterday i got to know about chapman's memorial service.

you've all been to funerals before, so you know what are they all about. the air goes thick, the silence seems to suffocate you, and the whole atmosphere makes a smile something impossible. and the eulogies. oh, can't stand them. always praising the late. anyway. not with monty python. not with chapman. and definitely not with john cleese's eulogy, which went on like this:

Graham Chapman, co-author of the Parrot Sketch, is no more. He has ceased to be. Bereft of life, he rests in peace. He's kicked the bucket, hopped the twig, bit the dust, snuffed it, breathed his last, and gone to meet the great Head of Light Entertainment in the sky. And I guess that we're all thinking how sad it is that a man of such talent, of such capability for kindness, of such unusual intelligence, should now so suddenly be spirited away at the age of only forty-eight, before he'd achieved many of the things of which he was capable, and before he'd had enough fun. Well, I feel that I should say: nonsense. Good riddance to him, the freeloading bastard, I hope he fries. And the reason I feel I should say this is he would never forgive me if I didn't, if I threw -- threw away this glorious opportunity to shock you all on his behalf. Anything for him but mindless good taste. I could hear him whispering in my ear last night as I was writing this. "All right, Cleese," he was saying, "you're very proud of being the very first person ever to say 'shit' on British television; if this service is really for me, just for starters, I want you to become the first person ever, at a British memorial service, to say 'fuck'".

it'd be worth dying if only one of my friends would have the balls to say something like this. but such a speech would be impossible in portugal, with the retarded mindset of people. anyway, pure brilliance. if you wanna see it on video, check below. there's also eric idle singing always look on the bright side of life. on a fucking funeral, for god's sake. it's amazing. chapman might have died, but he died laughing. that's for sure. and that's how things should be.