Liz Taylor ordered her burial to take place 15-minutes behind schedule

[meegbear]

Elizabeth Taylor had the last laugh on Thursday: she was buried a day after her death aged 79 -- but exactly 15 minutes behind schedule, on her strict orders.

The Hollywood legend was laid to rest at the Forest Lawn celebrity cemetery outside Los Angeles, where less than two years ago she attended the funeral of her long-time friend, pop icon Michael Jackson.

"The service was scheduled to begin at 2:00 pm, but at Miss Taylor's request started late," said a statement by her publicist released after the closed-door service had finished.

"Miss Taylor had left instructions that it was to begin at least 15 minutes later than publicly scheduled, with the announcement: 'She even wanted to be late for her own funeral'," it added.

The hour-long ceremony included a recital of the Gerard Manley Hopkins' poem "The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo" and other readings by her children and grandchildren.

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http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2011/03/25/last-laugh-liz-taylor-late-for-own-funeral/

She left this world fashionably late

[hobbit709]

1. I've accused more than one person I know that they would be late to their own funeral.

[mulsh]

6. My younger brother's remains were 1 hour late for his

funeral. we always said he'd be late for his own funeral.

[bbgrunt]

2. I love it.

[supernova]

3. LOL Cute

:D

RIP Dear Elizabeth. You earned it.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

4. Good for her!

She was a class act, even at the end...

[SPedigrees]

5. A woman after my own heart. RIP nt

[1776Forever]

9. I bet a lot of us said this - I did yesterday when I heard about it! She did everything

just like I want to do when I pass away. I don't want a big to-do - just say a few words and away I go...........

[drmeow]

12. Personally I don't care

all that much - whatever the people who are left behind want to do is find by me. It is all for them, anyway. However, I care about what happens to my remains. I want to be buried in a reef ball: http://www.eternalreefs.com/

[SpiralHawk]

7. The poem they read at the service

The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo

THE LEADEN ECHO

HOW to kéep—is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, láce, latch or catch or key to keep
Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty, … from vanishing away?
Ó is there no frowning of these wrinkles, rankéd wrinkles deep,
Dówn? no waving off of these most mournful messengers, still messengers, sad and stealing messengers of grey?
No there ’s none, there ’s none, O no there ’s none, 5
Nor can you long be, what you now are, called fair,
Do what you may do, what, do what you may,
And wisdom is early to despair:
Be beginning; since, no, nothing can be done
To keep at bay 10
Age and age’s evils, hoar hair,
Ruck and wrinkle, drooping, dying, death’s worst, winding sheets, tombs and worms and tumbling to decay;
So be beginning, be beginning to despair.
O there ’s none; no no no there ’s none:
Be beginning to despair, to despair, 15
Despair, despair, despair, despair.

THE GOLDEN ECHO

Spare!
There ís one, yes I have one (Hush there!);
Only not within seeing of the sun,
Not within the singeing of the strong sun, 20
Tall sun’s tingeing, or treacherous the tainting of the earth’s air,
Somewhere elsewhere there is ah well where! one,
Oné. Yes I can tell such a key, I do know such a place,
Where whatever’s prized and passes of us, everything that ’s fresh and fast flying of us, seems to us sweet of us and swiftly away with, done away with, undone,
Undone, done with, soon done with, and yet dearly and dangerously sweet 25
Of us, the wimpled-water-dimpled, not-by-morning-matchèd face,
The flower of beauty, fleece of beauty, too too apt to, ah! to fleet,
Never fleets móre, fastened with the tenderest truth
To its own best being and its loveliness of youth: it is an everlastingness of, O it is an all youth!
Come then, your ways and airs and looks, locks, maiden gear, gallantry and gaiety and grace, 30
Winning ways, airs innocent, maiden manners, sweet looks, loose locks, long locks, lovelocks, gaygear, going gallant, girlgrace—
Resign them, sign them, seal them, send them, motion them with breath,
And with sighs soaring, soaring síghs deliver
Them; beauty-in-the-ghost, deliver it, early now, long before death
Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty’s self and beauty’s giver. 35
See; not a hair is, not an eyelash, not the least lash lost; every hair
Is, hair of the head, numbered.
Nay, what we had lighthanded left in surly the mere mould
Will have waked and have waxed and have walked with the wind what while we slept,
This side, that side hurling a heavyheaded hundredfold

40
What while we, while we slumbered.
O then, weary then why
When the thing we freely fórfeit is kept with fonder a care,
Fonder a care kept than we could have kept it, kept
Far with fonder a care (and we, we should have lost it) finer, fonder

45
A care kept.—Where kept? Do but tell us where kept, where.—
Yonder.—What high as that! We follow, now we follow.—Yonder, yes yonder, yonder,
Yonder.

[Jamastiene]

8. I love that.

K&R

[InvisibleTouch]

10. Perfect! I could see myself doing the same.

Though mine would have to start at least half an hour late. :)

(Though truth be told I don't want a traditional burial ... I want my remains to be dropped off in the woods somewhere to become part of the life cycle again. A memorial service, now - *that* could start half an hour late. ;) )

[xchrom]

11. Awesome. nt