Joan Rivers: A Showbiz Affair
It is quite a sad day when a Comedienne of this magnitude passes. But surely the last thing Ms. Rivers would have wanted is for us to wollow.... far from it...taken from her book 'I hate everyone...starting with me' - here is her funeral request as proof! 'When I die (and yes, Melissa, that day will come; and yes, Melissa, everything’s in your name), I want my funeral to be a huge showbiz affair with lights, cameras, action. . . .I want craft services, I want paparazzi and I want publicists making a scene! I want it to be Hollywood all the way. I don’t want some rabbi rambling on; I want Meryl Streep crying, in five different accents. I don’t want a eulogy; I want Bobby Vinton to pick up my head and sing “Mr. Lonely.” I want to look gorgeous, better dead than I do alive. I want to be buried in a Valentino gown and I want Harry Winston to make me a toe tag. And I want a wind machine so that even in the casket my hair is blowing just like Beyoncé’s.' So let