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December 11, 2005
Richard Pryor Preaches My "Eulogy" Richard Pryor's prime 1975 standup album Is It Something I Said? starts with Richard in black preacher mode, preaching a funeral for a wayward brother.
Discussing Richard's passing today, I re-iterated to my brother this evening that I expect this record to be played at whatever kind of services they come up with when the time comes to plant me. For starters, it'll drain any church-y sanctimony that might would tend to build up around such an event.
Of course, words on paper don't account for the meaning that comes from Richard's performance, but here's the transcript:
Richard Pryor "Eulogy" Is It Something I Said?
We are gathered here today on this sorrowful occassion to say goodbye to the dearly departed. He was dearly and he has departed. Thus, that's why we call him the dearly departed. In other words, the nigger's dead.
As you can see him laying here- I been here three days and the boy ain't moved a muscle. So I know the nigger's dead.
And it seems that death was quite a surprise to his ass. Didn't think you was ever gonna die, did ya, nigger? Um hum, I told you about fuckin' around, what was gonna happen.
However, he faced the ultimate test, as each man and woman must eventually face the ultimate test. The ultimate test here- let me repeat that- the ultimate test here: whether or not you can survive death. That's the ultimate test for your ass, ain't it?
So far, don't nobody we know has PASSED the ultimate test, least of all this nigger laying here.
Cause this boy wasn't shit, I'll gonna tell you that right off. I saw him kicking his Mama's ass over there on 47th street. And if you think that we're going to bury you with them diamonds and shit on, you've got another think coming.
I'd like to introduce the boy's woman- hoe- bitch- I don't know what she was. She's laying over there in the booth.
Say girl, what you doing? Well, don't sell no pussy in here... and if you do, I want a cut.
Shit, it's your fault the nigger's dead. If you'd been home when you was supposed to be, he wouldn't have been up in the hotel fucking that faggot. Boy's husband came home, caught 'em fucking, shot the nigger in the ass on the downstroke.
And if there is a God or a heaven, we don't want this nigger up there with us. *******************
