Comedienne Joan Rivers, 81, died while hospitalized at New York’s Mount Sinai hospital on Thursday. She was a savvy business woman, mother, over-the-top funny and women’s college graduate (Barnard College, Class of 1954). Here’s Joan talking about her own funeral in her 2012 book, I Hate Everyone … Starting With Me:
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 Beyonce’s.