With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.
Roland Lawrence LaPrise (Larry) LaPrise, the man that wrote "The Hokey Pokey" died peacefully at the age of 95.
He will probably be most remembered for his innovative approach to music. His funeral was attended by thousands which only illustrates the impact this man had on so many.
A curious thing about the funeral was noted by a Mr. Smith, of New York City, NY. "I've never seen anything like it," he said, through tears. "After we all paid our final respects, they played the 'Hokey Pokey' as a tribute to him. That's when things got a little wild."
"One minute he was laying in his coffin, peaceful as could be. Then when that music cranked up, well, he put his left foot out, and shook it all about, then put his right foot out and shook it all about, which by this time, I'm shaking like a sonofabitch myself!!" Mr. Smith took a ragged breath, dabbed at his eyes, his hand still shaking.
"I guess the worse part was when he turned himself about. That's when all hell broke loose. Everybody screamed, some fainted, I remember at one point his widow shouting, Die you fucker, die! and that's when I lost it. I remember climbing over some rich bitch in a full-length mink, screaming "And that's what its all about!!!" over and over...and running into the street."
"If I never hear that song again, it'll be too soon. Crazy old bastard. I heard the fucking priest is too scared to go back in there. Even the funeral director won't drive the hearse to the cemetery. He said he wasn't putting somebody that lively back there. 'If he can do that Hokey Pokey shit, he can damn well walk!' Oh, its all so awful!"