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Thursday, April 2, 2009

Death and Snekkes


My late friend, Toad told me I should plan for my demise, (as he did - but he had more than decade to see the horseman coming) so I've been giving it some thought. It all kind of fell into place this afternoon as I was painting door trim. What I really want is a pyre; you know, a big bonfire to burn my body. It just seems to have more theater than just being shoved into a furnace and coming out ashes cooling down for a cremation urn. 

Some of the Native Americans added a nice wrinkle. They would let the body decompose up on a rack away from critters, then later collect the bones and burn them. Oakwood is a close knit and pretty laid back community, but off hand, I think some of the downwind neighbors might complain about a decomposing body in Oakwood Park.

But I'm thinking the Viking tradition would be really great - a Snekke, a longship, carrying the deceased atop of a boatload of firewood. A night time service with some Willemoes Stout, Akvavit, some strong cheese and pickled herring, all the folks gathered around a big fire in the center of Oakwood Park.

The crowd is weeping, singing those old songs of joy and grief, laughing at past life stories until they cannot stand - sad from the loss, happy with the memory ... and the Akvavit - "the water of life". Then deep in the Akvavit night, just before dawn kisses the horizon, a cry rises from the dark edges - The Judge calls, "Time! Time! Time to light'em up!" Then all of Oakwood rises as one to their feet and stumble, fall and crawl to the boat. Those still able to stand, grasp the gunwales. "Heave! Heave! Ho!", calls The Judge, and the snekke begins to inch along on it's last slip-slide down the flowery slope of 1410. As the longship passes, the designated Sober Man lays torch to the snekke, now captained only by the shell of Gunnar, armed with his Bulldog Forge spade and fork, riding atop a burning cord of Oakwood Bur Oak. Ipicks up speed, clears the walking path and splashes into the quiet waters of Edgewater Bay. Drifting to the center of the bay, the blazing boat lights up the morning sky, covering the water with a thin skim of  Gunnar ash. 

Permits! Man am I going to need permits and variances for this one. I got to get me a good lawyer. A good Nordic lawyer (man, now that's an oxymoron). I'll get The Judge, Ol' Chesterman; he always likes to challenge the establishment.

Akvavit! Vestfyen Willemoes Stout! I'll need cases of Akvavit! This shouldn't be a BYOB event (although that would lend a certain local Scandinavian touch). Aalborg was the birthplace of my grandfather, my namesake, so that would be appropriate. But not the regular Aalborg Taffel Akvavit, it should be the Aalborg Jubilaeums, the good stuff. 









A Snekke? Where can I get a proper Snekke? Maybe the North House Folk School in Grand Marais? 

8 comments:

reverend dick said...

Hey Old Man! When you kick off, how about we drink up whatever good hooch you have left in the house, strap you to the Mooney, douse you in accelerant, and ghost ride you down the first few yards of your favorite gravel road all alight?

I think we could get around a lot of the permit issues that way, in any event.

Gunnar Berg said...

Hey, sounds good to me. Training wheels? Forget about all that boat stuff then. Just as it involves the pyrotechnics. I don't think I could afford a 60' handbuilt oaken boat anyway. But God, it'd be a hell of a way to go

Gunnar Berg said...

Rev,
Would you conduct the service, you being a "man of the cloth" and all? And how about Akvavit for the "accelerant"? It's 42% alcohol and it has certainly has accelerated some local Vikings in the past.

reverend dick said...

Brother, I'd be honored.

Todd Peterson said...

Great to see that you're making such fine pyro plans so early in your life, Gunnar. The old "Toad" always recommends an early start, especially for old guys who require lots of preparation for their demise (fire permits, alcohol, cigars, Mooney's, and a good "reverend" to conduct a service worthy of the deceased). Keep me posted on the status of your legal hassles for the many permits you'll be requesting. And please allow me to "pass on" before you do so I don't get blamed by your Oakwood neighbors for getting you started on this grand blazing plan for making an ash out of yourself!

George A said...

I think a Ekke ("little oak one") would make a fine send off vehicle. I think diarist-woman plans to ship me off in one of my Moth Boats if given the chance!

Anonymous said...

My guess is, in case of any uncontrolled and rolling or floating bonfires, someone's gonna get cited. Also if you catch your neighbor's hedges on fire, that would not make you seem so bright in retrospect, pal. But all is not lost. I know you got lots of good taxidermists up there. Maybe you could get stuffed and mounted on a McLean? Keep yourself in the bike den, so your friends can still have a beer with you. Could come in handy for a parade float too. Or, you know, mount it on rollers, light it up for the holiday season. Just trying to think out loud here . . .
Mike

Gunnar Berg said...

I could be cremated and have my ashes placed inside the frame of the McLean?