Put the fun back in funeral: I threw a surprise birthday funeral for my metamour #Entertaining#birthday parties#death#goth#polyamory Updated Mar 8 2016 (Posted Mar 7 2016) Guest post by Natalie Funeral guests. The idea for a birthday funeral came to me unexpectedly… It was my birthday, and I was fondly reading all the well-wishes posted on Facebook from friends and family — musing to myself that it's not often that people are that expressive with their affection. It seems that such displays of verbose public love are reserved for either birthdays or funerals. Suddenly an idea hit me: wouldn't it be a thrill to host a funeral for a living person, so they could listen to all the wonderful things people had to say about them? Plus for all my goth friends, a funeral party would be the ultimate indulgence! But who did I know who would be so morbid as to enjoy being made into a corpse? I called my partner Chris and said in a rush, "This may be a crazy idea, but do you think we could hold a surprise funeral for Kitty's birthday?" Chris was silent for a long moment, and I thought, 'Wow, maybe this idea is too weird.' But he replied, "That is an amazing idea. Let's do this." Kitty is my metamour — Chris's other partner — and a passionate devotee to all things dark, grotesque, and twisted. As her birthday falls on New Year's Eve, she very rarely has a birthday party of her own. I decided to remedy this with a surprise birthday party (no, a surprise birthday funeral!) two weeks before her birthday to really catch her off-guard. Related Post How to plan a dinner party (that won't end in a surprise fire) Christmas, Easter, Mother's day, someone's birthday. The occasions to have a party are numerous. But someone has to organize and host the bash. How about... Read more Chris and I spread word of our plans to Kitty's nearest and dearest under strict instructions of absolute secrecy. We assigned various roles to friends based off their talents — one friend was asked to play the role of the celebrant, and a few overseas friends were asked to write eulogies. All guests were asked to bring a plate of food (as is traditional in times of mourning, I reminded them) and to wear their most fabulous funeral garb. On the day of the funeral, Chris kept Kitty occupied whilst I turned our living room into a funeral parlour… black streamers were draped around the walls, candles were lit, and I turned our coffee table into a cushioned "death-bed" for the guest of honour. Guests trickled in about an hour before Chris and Kitty were due to arrive; we poured wine, set up a playlist of Gregorian funeral chants on Youtube, and cut blocks of cheese into tiny gravestones. We were all getting comfortably tipsy when I received a text from Chris warning me that they were on their way home. Kitty mentioned later that she suspected something was afoot, and was expecting to find a gathering of friends joyfully crying, "SURPRISE" when Chris brought her back to our apartment. But when she was faced with a black crepe rosette on the front door, Gregorian funeral chants booming loudly down the hall, and a cluster of sombre friends in mourning veils clustered around a "coffin" in the living room, she froze. Our designated usher very gently guided Kitty to her deathbed and laid her down. Two more guests pulled a black sheet over her. I let out a small wail as I laid a flower over Kitty's crossed hands. Our celebrant James welcomed the guests and began the service. After a dramatic and completely false story of Kitty's peculiar beginnings, he introduced Chris and I as we gave our individual eulogies. I used mine as an opportunity to give Kitty a bit of a roast whilst she was in no position to argue back. As she gave a squawk of indignation from beneath the shroud, James cried out, "Pay no attention to the foul gasses escaping the corpse!" and Chris "tearfully" slipped a nip of gin under the shroud to further "embalm the corpse." Any further noises from Kitty were met with whispers of "such foul gasses" from the mourners. After James read out the eulogies from overseas friends, our friend Alicia sang a requiem dedicated to her "bad-decision buddy." James followed up with a scripture reading… which turned out to be a biblical language version of "My Humps." My other partner Daniel snapped photos of the mourners as they attempted to contain their giggles by turning them into melodramatic sobs, and dabbed at their eyes with handkerchiefs. We concluded the ceremony by burying Kitty in soft toys before allowing her to "rise from the dead" with a blood-curdling screech. She sat upright on her deathbed looking a little dazed and overwhelmed (apparently there wasn't a lot of air under her shroud) as the entire party sang "Happy death-day to you" very loudly. Once we gave her a few minutes to compose herself, we launched into a very loud and drunken "wake" for the rest of the night. Black-Eyed Peas' "My Humps" was the first song on the playlist. There had been a few points during preparation, from the ideas' conception through to the day of the party, when Chris and I would look at each other and ask, "Are we doing the right thing? Is this too weird?" But each time, we reassured ourselves that, if there was one person who would relish the opportunity to attend her own funeral, it was Kitty. Fortunately, she loved it. After a coffin-shaped birthday cake was served, she said the whole experience was the "loveliest, most gorgeously macabre thing that anyone has ever done" for her. Our suspicions about Kitty being the perfect "guest of honour" were further confirmed about a week later, when Kitty ran into a friend who hadn't been able to attend. He grabbed her hand and said, "I was so sorry to miss your funeral!" "That's okay." Kitty replied brightly. "One day, I'll have another one." Reporter Name * Reporter Email * Original text Enter the original text here. Edited text* Enter your suggested copyedit here. Notes You can add a note for the editor here. * Required information. Fix Typo Natalie Natalie is a Sydney-based artist with two boyfriends and a cat that talks in her sleep. She loves surrounding herself with circus performers, artists, musicians, and anyone who loves a good chat over a cup of tea. PREVIOUS Where else will I forget to change my address after I move? NEXT Home tour: A retro 1950s Pennsylvania home with some punk rock thrown in Show/Hide comments [ 12 ] This is the BEST IDEA EVER! I love everything about it. Reply This is hilarious and an awesomesauce idea. I guess doubts must have crept more than once during the planning process. Did you drop hints to Kitty to test the waters beforehand, or did you just trust your guts? Reply Honestly, we just ran with it and hoped for the best. We have known Kitty for 5+ years and seeing as she loves theatrics, glamour and grotesque twistedness, we figured this was a great way to combine all those things! Chris hinted she should wear a veil for their big day out, which was the closest we got to a hint. My biggest concern was when Kitty went to get an MRI scan for some serious headaches she was getting at the time. I was thinking, "Wow, if these headaches are an indication of something serious, throwing her a funeral is going to be in really bad taste…" Reply Superb, lovely way of sharing your thoughts and love for the people who mean so much to you! Reply This is awesome. That is all. Reply Absolutely fantastic! Reply Oh my goodness, this is amazing and I hardcore want to hang out with y'all! Reply Dear Offbeat Homies; I know these three, and they are kind, funny, stylish, wonderful people with a gorgeous relationship that many admire. Going to this level of effort for each other is completely in keeping with their standard behaviour, and reading this account of the funeral (I was aware of it via FB, when statuses were posted afterward) brought a smile to my face. Thanks for sharing all the details, Natalie! Kitty is lucky to have you as a metamour. 😀 Reply This was absolutely hilarious! Reply (Ahhhhh poly posting on OBH, that makes me so happy, I was stoked to see the word metamour in the title!!) This is such a cool idea! Glad it went so well 😀 Reply If you want way more, be sure to check our archive: http://offbeathome.com/tag/polyamory 🙂 Reply I've been to a a funeral party that was a birthday but there was no ceremony, honestly it just let us pull out all the overly dramatic goth clothes out of boxes, now that we've *cough* matured a bit. Seems all the boys didn't lose any of those eyeliner skills over the years! Thisis a great idea, you are lovely people 🙂 Reply Join the conversation Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Notify me of follow-up comments by email. No-drama comment policy Part of what makes the Offbeat Empire different is our commitment to civil, constructive commenting. Make sure you're familiar with our no-drama comment policy.