Thomas Davie
Bluelight Crew
Just thought I'd throw this out there 
In 1976, my cousin died when a jeep he was driving flipped on a mountain road in British Columbia. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt, but the passenger - his best buddy was. Cousin died after about 8 days in the hospital.
So anyways the funeral rolls around, and my family (my dad, mom, sister and me) enter the church. And the first thing is that Led Zeppelin IV is being played loudly. Inside the church. Yeah, everyone knew my cousin's favourite band was Led Zeppelin. And it was an open casket funeral. So that meant everyone got to see my cousin's hair down to about the middle of his back (a Robert Plant thing). And although he was wearing a suit, he had a rolled up biker patch folded and placed under one of his hands.
And then all these guys wearing jeans and emblem patches (I was later told they were motorcycle club members) come in while Led Zeppelin is still playing. Although it's at Houses of the Holy now. There were a couple of guys helping my cousin's girlfriend, but otherwise it was biker couples; and as they filed by my cousin's coffin, they would each throw in a joint or two. By the time all of his 'friends' had passed the coffin, Houses of the Holy was finished and the boring religious part was about to start. They cleared all of the joints out of the coffin before proceeding. Easily over a hundred joints were thrown in.
That's the end of the weed part. Some of the biker people stayed for the funeral, and the police were waiting outside to make sure that nothing happened.
I looked at it as being pretty fucking cool. The idea of sending somepne off to the afterlife with some things that they might need along the way (in school at the time we had just finished an Egypt heavy history section). My aunt and uncle were very pissed off (uncle wanted the police to remove 'them'); but I looked at the thrown joints as love and tribute.
On the other hand, those 2 Zeppelin albums are pretty much ruined for me, especially when I'm high. Just can't listen to them easily.
Tom
(my cousin was the guy who gave me a brownie when I said I didn't smoke)
In 1976, my cousin died when a jeep he was driving flipped on a mountain road in British Columbia. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt, but the passenger - his best buddy was. Cousin died after about 8 days in the hospital.
So anyways the funeral rolls around, and my family (my dad, mom, sister and me) enter the church. And the first thing is that Led Zeppelin IV is being played loudly. Inside the church. Yeah, everyone knew my cousin's favourite band was Led Zeppelin. And it was an open casket funeral. So that meant everyone got to see my cousin's hair down to about the middle of his back (a Robert Plant thing). And although he was wearing a suit, he had a rolled up biker patch folded and placed under one of his hands.
And then all these guys wearing jeans and emblem patches (I was later told they were motorcycle club members) come in while Led Zeppelin is still playing. Although it's at Houses of the Holy now. There were a couple of guys helping my cousin's girlfriend, but otherwise it was biker couples; and as they filed by my cousin's coffin, they would each throw in a joint or two. By the time all of his 'friends' had passed the coffin, Houses of the Holy was finished and the boring religious part was about to start. They cleared all of the joints out of the coffin before proceeding. Easily over a hundred joints were thrown in.
That's the end of the weed part. Some of the biker people stayed for the funeral, and the police were waiting outside to make sure that nothing happened.
I looked at it as being pretty fucking cool. The idea of sending somepne off to the afterlife with some things that they might need along the way (in school at the time we had just finished an Egypt heavy history section). My aunt and uncle were very pissed off (uncle wanted the police to remove 'them'); but I looked at the thrown joints as love and tribute.
On the other hand, those 2 Zeppelin albums are pretty much ruined for me, especially when I'm high. Just can't listen to them easily.
Tom
(my cousin was the guy who gave me a brownie when I said I didn't smoke)
