When I was a little schaefer(as my Dad would put it), I did a lot of stupid stunts. Jumping my bike off a rickety ramp made of plywood and bricks, working as hard as possible to get a snow tube airborn, trying to make a go cart out of a 20 year old lawn mower which, sadly, ended up tipping over on top of me after pretending it was the General Lee.
Between the Dukes of Hazzard and Evel Knievel as my examples, it's surprising I lived until puberty. Back in the late 70s and early 80s, there was no feat that wasn't attempted by the famous daredevil on a motorcycle. And now? Evel is dead.
While reading about his funeral plans on line, I was smiling. Evel's son, Kelly Knievel, said of his dad's memorial, "We're throwing a funeral!" In Butte, MT, Evel's hometown, the memorial service sounds like exactly what the stunt man would want-something non-conventional. As the coordinator said, there will be people in suits, and people in motorcycle gear-nothing is inappropriate.
THAT, my friends, is how I want to go out. With people feeling like they're celebrating the life, not the death.