Joe Diffie - Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox

Matt G has a serious post about what he wants done after dies. The comments are serious as well, and well worth a read - the whole subject is one that a true adult should address square on, without flinching.

Until JayG arrived:

I've got one word and one word only for after I shuffle off this mortal coil:

Taxidermy.

Both of my reader's will be shocked to discover that I have more than a little of this sort of sense of humor myself. Which leads us to today's Saturday Redneck.

Joe Diffie was something of a Country music sensation during the 1990s, with 2 platinum and 2 gold albums, with 5 songs reaching #1 on the US Country charts and 17 in the top 10. His specialty was songs with a sense of humor - sometimes called "novelty" songs - like his 1994 song Third Rock From The Sun.

But today we're interested in his album from the previous year, with a song that hit #5. Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox (If I Die). I love this video, because it captures the 1990s so well - mullets, big hair, and Larry The Cable Guy style ("wife beater") shirts. It's also completely slapstick comedy.

Matt G, there's a serious discussion on the serious topic of passing on from this vale of tears. Unfortunately, it ain't here.

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Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox (sognwriters: Howard Perdew, Rick Blaylock, Kerry Kurt Phillips)

Well I ain't afraid of dyin', it's the thought of being dead
I wanna go on being me once my eulogy's been read
Don't spread my ashes out to sea, don't lay me down to rest
You can put my mind at ease if you fulfill my last request

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Just let my headstone be a neon sign
Let it burn in mem'ry of all of my good times
Fix me up with a manequin, just remember I like blondes
I'll be the life of the party even when I'm dead and gone

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Just make your next selection and while your still in line
You can pay you last respects one quarter at a time

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die
Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Oh, prop me up beside the jukebox if I die