Dress sexy at my funeral

Smog - "Dress Sexy at My Funeral" (Dongs Of Sevotion)

The argument could be made that this song is about Smog's Bill Callahan wanting his wife to not waste time in crying over him, now that he's passed, but to go out and live life to the fullest. Though, that feels a little too good-natured and serious for a Smog album. I suspect that this is more a song about a dying man wanting to be remembered as a stone-cold fuck machine. He wants his wife to make sure the gathered mourners are aware of "the time we did it/On the beach with fireworks above us/On the railroad tracks with the gravel in your back/In the back room of a crowded bar/And in the graveyard where my body now rests." After this laundry list of adventurous sexual escapades, Callahan figures she should "Also tell them about how I gave to charity/And tried to love my fellow man as best I could/But most of all don't forget about the time on the beach/With fireworks above us."

I feel like I could do worse for my own eulogy.