Aargau – Funeral Service – Funeral Orator – On the anniversary of my death, I won’t live to see it!

Prayer and Meditation

On the anniversary of my death – I won't live to see it, there's supposed to be red fruit jelly at noon, with a fat, white layer of cream. Because of: favorite dish. My child, Ludolf, picks little things out of his nose - no one hits his fingers. He's beaming, the only one in the mourning house. and I lie there and think: "Oh, untie yourself!"

Then men carry me down in front of the house. now little Karl is holding the blonde underneath, who in the end lent me this and that. She finds: sorrow dresses her. The train jerks. And all the ladies who ever came to me when something was missing: they are all here again today. And dad rolls in front. There goes the first one I kissed back then without the slightest experience - the matron simply sits in the back, wearing a small mourning hat. It was old-fashioned - but it was good.

Funeral Service - Aargau

And Lotte! Lottie with the little boy! Postman now! How did I manage that? I never saw him. But wherever he went: my postal check went with me for sixteen years. On a red velvet cushion, in a trellis, two Army officers solemnly carry the medals that my Kaiser once bestowed on me through the whole city. And behind the coffin with its silver cherubs, twenty-two women walk - they sob deeply and systematically.

I've been very comfortable as a customer lately. Stop the whole thing! Now it's getting Dionysian! Now a choir sings: I smile metaphysically. How big is the black-painted box! I am deeply silent. And I'm finally rid of me. I was walking in the forest when a star fell down. Feel it in your heart. the star fell down. And when I came out of the forest, there I stood in front of my dearest house. And when I came into the chamber, there she was already lying in the death shrine: The star fell down.