Brendan Stryker: The Memorial Service- Page 5

[Dollypop]

Posted: 1/14/06 at 11:26pm

Julie's voice has never sounded better. Now she begins Brendan's favorite song: The Theme From The "Tamarind Seed". Even Corine has put doen the Alize and is weeping. Liam hands her a Kleenex. She doesn't know what to do with it.

[JailyardGuy]

Posted: 1/14/06 at 11:27pm

This is for you, Brendan...these are all the things I wish I'd said when you were with us... *chokes...can't go on*

(I apologize again for the quality...bad equipment, yadda yadda)

I Love You, BeeBee.

Updated On: 1/14/06 at 11:27 PM

Posted: 1/14/06 at 11:31pm

Excuse me, excuse me please. We have one announcement.

There are already a sufficient number of "official" threads, "appreciation" threads and "Brendan Styker" related threads so the "Official Widow Stryker Appreciation" thread has been closed.

All of the widows are receiving guests here in the side chapels. One in each of our 36 sice chapels. You may pay them your condolances here.

Now we return you to the service.
Updated On: 1/14/06 at 11:31 PM

[PalJoey]

Posted: 1/14/06 at 11:31pm

Jose or someone just froze Yenta's "The Official Widow Stryker Appreciation Thread."

Was it because I was about to describe my cybersex sessions with Brendan?

[JerseyGirl2]

Posted: 1/14/06 at 11:44pm

I made my speech in honor of Brendan, but I used lyrics from Cabaret. Jose fussed at me. I will not be speaking in his honor again!

Posted: 1/14/06 at 11:52pm

"Jose fussed at me."

No, that's not quite what transpired. I brought your attention to the Guidelines which prohibit the posting of copyrighted material. The lyrics to the song "Cabaret" are copyrighted material.

You're response to me was something like, "I'm so sorry. I hadn't realized."

Fussed at you? No.

Feel free to speak to the mourners. Just use your own words.
Updated On: 1/14/06 at 11:52 PM

[JerseyGirl2]

Posted: 1/14/06 at 11:57pm

Oh lawdy, I was KIDDING.

Posted: 1/14/06 at 11:57pm

One never kids at a funeral lest the corpse sits up and takes notice.
Updated On: 1/14/06 at 11:57 PM

[JerseyGirl2]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 12:00am

Oy, you gotta have a corpse, first. Being that this being never existed, it's just a memorial. Now, who is going to sing, "Onward Christian Soldiers?"

[SweetQintheLights]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 12:04am

I have to say that this has got to be the weirdest/sickest/funniest/saddest thread ever in all of history- not only BWW history.

Who wants to put this all together and make a book?
If this was sent to Funniest Home Videos, it would probably win.

When any of you have an hour or so- you should seriously start at the very beginning of this thread and read through. Also do it for the other Brendan thread.

You will be shaking your head in disbelief.

Other Brendan Thread

Updated On: 1/15/06 at 12:04 AM

[harris007]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 12:14am

i will miss him, but never understood why he thought my cows were gay

[Michael Bennett]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 12:37am

I love it. It's the MARAT/SADE of BWW dramas.

[JerseyGirl2]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 12:51am

I just took a xanax in honor of Brendan. And because SNL is so bad. Anyone join me?

[DG]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 3:45am

"i will miss him, but never understood why he thought my cows were gay"

If I could only remember one thing from my almost two years on this site, this is what I would want it to be.

[Dollypop]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 9:12am

And now the memorial slide show begins:

Here's a picture of Brendan dressed as Clark Kent. It was at a Halloween celebration we hosted in our home when he was alive.

[Phantom2]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 9:52am

He looks at least thirty in that picture. Are you sure those weren't the photos from his youth and he died from natural causes at the ripe old age of 99? I'm just sayin'...

Updated On: 1/15/06 at 09:52 AM

[etoile]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 1:10pm

Ivan, is that how you look with glasses?


love, carla

[popcultureboy]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 1:23pm

I thought that was his Rocky Horror Show picture?

[pattifan2]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 1:52pm

Scene outside the chapel:-

Finding Namo 'I don't know how you're doing on the inside, Dollypop, but your hair's just holdin' up beautiful'.

Pal Joey 'Are you okay?'

Dollypop 'I'm fine. I'm FINE. I can jog all the way to Texas and back but Brendan can't. He never could. Oh, God I'm so mad I don't know what to do. I want to know why - I want to know why Brendan's life is over. I want to know how the new posters on this Board will ever know how wonderful Brendan was. Will they ever know what he went through for them? Oh, God I want to know WHYYYYYYY! I wish I could just understand. No, no, no - it's not supposed to happen this way. I'm supposed to go first. I've always been ready to go first. I don't think I can take this. I just want to hit somebody until they feel as bad as I do. I want to hit something. I want to hit it hard.'

Finding Namo (drags Baddadnpa back from the other side) 'Here - hit this. Go ahead, Dollypop, slap him! Knock his lights out, Dollypop.....You gotta lighten up.'

[Glebb]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 1:57pm

<---- applaudes wildly!

[Kringas]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 1:59pm

I thought that was his Rocky Horror Show picture?

Odd that Brad Majors would have a soul patch, but our Brendan could charm the pants off anybody!

[JailyardGuy]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 2:00pm

Patti, darlin, THAT is why you're my husband.

BRAVO!!!

[Dollypop]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 2:11pm

Here's a picture of Brendan at the luau we hosted in our back yard last summer. Oh, how Brendan loved a luau! Many a time I'd come home from work early to find the house full of good-looking young men, sitting around the pit and waiting for their piece of pork.

Now these times will never happen again. It's over, and Brendan is gone.

``The Widow Stryker

Updated On: 1/15/06 at 02:11 PM

[Broadwayboobs]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 2:19pm

And now I'd like to read a poem by W. H. Auden....

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

[Plum]

Posted: 1/15/06 at 2:21pm

No, we don't need a book of this thread. We need a dramatic reading.