Can I just say to any friends and loved ones - by way of advance notice - that when the question of ‘floral tributes’ eventually arises, I’d be most grateful - broken-hearted though you may be at my passing - if you'd avoid anything even vaguely as grotesque as the above...
And if any of the following tacky tributes inspire wild ideas - such a BBC microphone recreated in roses or a likeness of Peter Jackson done in mixed carnations - then I can only beg you: resist the temptation!
Since, when the time comes, you will be (literally) "the last to LET ME DOWN" --- please, don't let me down!
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Curious that this entry on your Blog is so un-flowery. That is not to say, of course, that your other entries have been flowery ~ more lyrical perhaps . . .
Maybe it IS a little weedy... ;-)
What is the third to last arrangement? It looks like a giant bin. If so, what the hell is that trying to say?!
Floral tributes always make me laugh. After my Dad died, we recieved all these bouquets of roses and natives and a lovely wreath of, I don't know, something. It was as though everyone was getting the last laugh for years of my Dad unsubtly sneezing and wheezing and complaining about the smell whenever he was around flowers until the offending flowers or the conversation (but mostly the flowers) were moved. (Extra point: mine is a family of gardeners. Oh, yep.) Inappropriate or hilarious gab? You decide.
Also, is there really the option to have an entire arrangment done in the likeness of Peter Jackson? That settles it. PJ has officially made it to the big leagues.
Cafrine asks: "What is the third to last arrangement? It looks like a giant bin. If so, what the hell is that trying to say?!"
Actually -- and the shamrock is the clue -- it is "a pint o' black stuff": the one and only Guinness. So, who knows, maybe it was the drink that finally carried him off...
"Who knows, maybe it was the drink that finally carried him off."
Well, there are worst ways to go.
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