Calle Olsson is preparing to die.

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O'Brien, Anna (1982-06-26)
O'Brien, Anna (1982-06-26)
O'Brien, Danny (1969-07-11)
O'byrne, Stephen (1975-03-13)
O'Connor, Adrian (1979-03-05)
O'Dell, Giles (1974-03-19)
O'Donnell, Kevin (1975-05-05)
O'Dreiden, Kali (1985-12-11)
O'dwyer, Sleb (1988-07-24)
O'Hanlon, Laura (1985-10-07)
O'hara, Ert (1969-08-13)
O'Kane, Kevin (1977-08-24)
O'neal, Lois (1988-08-14)
Oakhill, Kevin (1978-07-15)
Oakley, Megan (1973-12-16)
Oakley, Victoria (1969-09-25)
Occomore, Frank (1964-06-15)
Occomore, Frank (1964-06-15)
Occomore, Will (1965-05-22)
Ocobock, Trent (1972-10-19)
Olsson, Calle (1975-02-23)
Oman, Mike (1980-04-06)
Ond, Sus (1980-08-27)
Ord, Daniel (1987-03-13)
Orland, Juliet (1981-08-13)
Ortiz, Hernandez (1996-09-15)
OSORIO, AVILES (1990-05-02)
Other, A (1985-01-26)
Overbaugh, Ben (1975-09-22)
Overend, Les (1972-11-24)
Owens, Annie (1968-03-04)
Ozgen, Deniz (1987-05-09)
O\'Connor, Batz (1987-09-05)
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DISPOSAL
I want to rot in the ground.

COFFIN
In a copy of the original Tb303-box.

RELIGION
Just put me in the ground and put up the stone somewhere my friends and family can come see it. It could be nice for them.

GUESTS
Invited: My wife, friends and family. Not invited: All record-companies and wasps. Fuck em all.

MUSIC
A few years ago I wanted this popnerd-funeral with some of my own unreleased tracks mixed with neu, leonard cohen(not so nerdie but...), kraftwerk and Mr Fingers. I wanted people to feel how I felt in different times in my life. Of course they wouldnt feel the same things but by playing these songs I gave them an honest chance. For the great final when it was bye bye for good I (or the musicman in church) would start with "Leb wohl", after a few minutes starting up HalloGallo, both neu!. With everyone walking out of the church with HalloGallo in there head I had the idea that they would feel more relaxed than playing an original organpiece more common in funerals. Somewhere in the middle I would have wanted Terry Jacks "Seasons in the sun". "too much wine and to much song..." So pathetic, so true. Suicidal.

READINGS
A poem by Matti Alkberg and some of my own shit. Matti is a good friend of mine. I would want him to read it himself. "I had a job" read by my father.

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OBITUARY
Name, birth, death. "Helpless"

OTHER
Donīt want to bother them in their possible grief.