My first hippy funeral

Survived my first hippy funeral today. The deceased was actually quite an accomplished musician, alternative medicine specialist and all-around swell gal, but definitely an aged hippy. I was pleasantly surprised that none of the mourners pulled a "Paul Wellstone Memorial" on her. However, I think we all could do without a twice recitation of the Native_American_Prayer:

Oh Great Spirit, Whose voice I hear in the wind, Whose breath gives life to the
world, Hear me! I come to you as one of your many children. I am
small and weak. I need your strength and wisdom. May I walk in
beauty. Make my eyes behold the red and purple sunset. Make my hands
respect the things that you have made, And my ears sharp to hear your voice.

Oh Great Spirit, please free us from all this Leftist touchy-feely pseudo-"multi-cultural" claptrap. And Oh Great Spirit, please send me a free copy of The_Ecological_Indian . . . .