Whack fol the da O, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
Welt the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
— "Finnegan's Wake", old Irish Folk Music
I'll watch you use my worldly goods for festival and mirth,
And that will make me smile a smile, and have a laugh quite hearty,
To hear you say, the bugger's dead, let's have ourselves a party.
And that will make me smile a smile, and have a laugh quite hearty,
To hear you say, the bugger's dead, let's have ourselves a party.
— "Last Will And Testament" (link
), Max Scratchmann
), Max Scratchmann"Chuckles the Clown brought pleasure to millions. The characters he created will be remembered by children and adults alike: Peter Peanut; Mr. Fee-Fi-Fo; Billy Banana; and my particular favorite, Aunt Yoo-Hoo. And not just for the laughter they provided — there was always some deeper meaning to whatever Chuckles did. Do you remember Mr. Fee-Fi-Fo's little catchphrase? Remember how, when his arch-rival Señor Kaboom hit him with a giant cucumber and knocked him down, Mr. Fee-Fi-Fo would always pick himself up, dust himself off, and say 'I hurt my foo-foo'? Life's a lot like that. From time to time we all fall down and hurt our foo-foos. If only we could deal with it as simply and bravely and honestly as Mr. Fee-Fi-Fo. And what did Chuckles ask in return? Not much. In his own words, 'A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants."
Ro Laren: "They think we're dead and they're having a party?!"
Geordi LaForge: "Yeah!"
— Star Trek: The Next Generation, "The Next Phase"
"Graham Chapman, co-author of the 'Parrot Sketch,' is no more. He has ceased to be, bereft of life, he rests in peace, he has 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, such capability and kindness, of such intelligence should now be so suddenly 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 think I should say this is, he would never forgive me if I didn't, if I threw – threw away this 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: Alright, Cleese, he was saying: you're very proud of being the first person to ever say 'shit' on television. If this service is really for me, just for starters, I want you to be the first person ever at a British memorial service to say 'fuck'!"
— John Cleese's eulogy at Graham Chapman's funeral
"That was grief? Half a box of tissues between twenty people - I've had more tragic head colds."
— Dorien Green, Birds of a Feather, "Dead Loss"
She said "Green, green grass
Blue, blue sky
You better throw a party on the day that I die"
Blue, blue sky
You better throw a party on the day that I die"
— George Ezra, "Green Green Grass"
