I love an odd coincidence. They’re fun. Nearly always.
A few years back, I had to fly to Las Vegas from some programming convention. I ended up sitting next to a dude I had gone to grade school with at a tiny Catholic school in the Peaselburg area of Covington, KY.
Sometimes though, coincidences can be fucking creepy.
I need to do a little set up here, so please bear with me.
Randy has been working on writing humor for a while now. He’s more dedicated than I am. He hasn’t been working on a piece, really, he’s just writing down lists and lists of funny lines, headlines or thoughts.
So, keep that in mind.
Anyway, we both follow the account of a band in Austin, TX named Titty Bingo. Every Friday, Titty Bingo poses a question to a list of followers.
Last Friday’s question: “What is the last song you want to hear?”
So, I thought about it and settled on Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves because that song always makes me smile and I’d like to go out on a smile.
When I left work Friday, the very first song on the radio was Walking on Sunshine.
While I waited in traffic, I called Randy.
Me: I don’t know if I’m making it home alive.
Randy: I have bourbon waiting for you. At least try.
Me: Did you see the Titty Bingo question this morning? About what is the last song you want to hear?
Randy: Yeah, I didn’t answer yet, but I wrote something down. I didn’t see your response.
Me: Well, I picked Walking on Sunshine and when I got in the car, that is the first thing I heard.
Randy: Holy shit. I have to read to you what I wrote this morning.
Randy: Somebody asked me about the last song I want to hear. Damn, while I get twisted up over the thought of imminent death, I’ve never chosen a fucking soundtrack.
Wait, do I want to hear my final on vinyl or on a phone? Vinyl, but what happens if I die on a busy street and don’t have a record player with me? And really, who at a hospital is going to know how to wire up an amp, turntable and speakers before I fucking die?
Listening to my final song on a phone would probably depress me more than actual death.
I thought ‘what if I could have Michelle sing the final song?’ But what song? Walking On Sunshine? Where she’s actually singing, dancing and happy while I die?
How about Lake of Fire by the Meat Puppets? “Where do bad folks go when they die?…They go to the lake of fire and fry”. Seems appropriate, but I think I could do better.
Okay, I’ve got it, The End by The Doors. The song I played on the jukebox every time when pregnant Michelle and I went to Dixie Chili. Full circle shit.
Me: Are you fucking kidding me? And you didn’t see my tweet?
Me: No way am I making it home today.
Well, obviously, I did make it home. But wait, there is more. Not even kidding.
Randy got an email from a college roommate Friday evening. They haven’t seen each other in over 30 years, but have stayed in touch. His old roommate isn’t on Twitter and lives on the other side of the country.
His college roommate sent him an email asking if he ever wondered about what the last song he heard would be.
I think we probably triggered the apocalypse or something. I’m thinking we need to let Sam and Dean Winchester know and then hold the fuck on.
Also, I will never hear Walking on Sunshine the same again.
I’m curious. In comments, let me know “What is the last song you want to hear?”
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