Everyone dies famous in a small town

end of life

I was out walking this morning wearing my Walkman (and clothes of course, I think, but it was still dark at 6:30), and overheard a song which had a wonderful message for those of us lucky enough to live in Small Town USA.

The  refrain was “Everyone dies famous in a small town” and I began thinking how true that is.  In my town, everybody knows everybody – or at least someone related to everybody, so when there is a death, it is felt by the community at large. 

funeral The first thing I do is fire up the crock pot and send an e-mail to those who might not know – that’s anyone who doesn’t take the local newspaper. The casserole brigade is activated immediately and plans are changed so we can attend the visitation and funeral services.

The next day, everyone goes out to buy a paper if they don’t subscribe, in order to read the obituary and double check the time of the services.  It’s like the world stands still when we lose one of our own.  It’s kind of nice, and no life passes uncelebrated.

That’s just one of many perks of being a resident of a small town and was probably an undeveloped idea in my thought process as I selected where I would retire.

Cute song.  Here’s more sage words expressed in the tune:

“Famous In A Small Town”
They say life is so much sweeter
Through the telephoto lens of fame
Around here you get just as much attention
Cheerin’ at the high school football game.
I dreamed of going to Nashville
Put my money down and placed my bet
But I just got the first buck of the season
I made the front page of the Turner “Town Gazette”
Every last one, route one, rural heart’s got a story to tell
Every grandma, in law, ex girlfriend
Maybe knows you just a little too well
Whether you’re late for church or you’re stuck in jail
Hey words gonna get around
Everybody dies famous in a small town

Baby who
Needs their faces in a magazine
Me and you
We’ve been stars of the town since we were 17
Let’s go on down to the quick stop
Wear your yellow shades
And I’ll put on my tight jeans
And we’ll just spend the weekend burnin’ rubber
And we’ll let em point and stare in disbelief
Every last one, route one, rural heart’s got a story to tell
Every grandma, in law, ex girlfriend
Maybe knows you just a little too well
Whether you’re late for church or you’re stuck in jail
Hey words gonna get around
Everybody dies famous in a small town

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