The younger half of the Sparks brothers
If you were to die tomorrow, how would you spend your final day on Earth?
Going toe to toe with the reaper this month is the younger half of the Sparks brothers, Russell Mael.
Next to my stack of Ingmar Bergman films, which have taught me a thing or two about dealing with such occasions.
Who would you wake up next to?
Death and his chess board from Bergmanâs Seventh Seal.
Describe how you spend your last day.
Death and I are engaged in a game of chess. Should I triumph, this magazine column becomes irrelevant. I know the ending, however, and, not to spoil too much, it doesnât work out so well.
Who do you invite for your final dinner?
Some of my close friends over at the Hersheyâs Chocolate company.
What will you be eating at this supper?
A six-foot-tall replica of Godzilla attacking Tokyo made out of bittersweet fondant covered with a light caramel glaze then dusted with pink confectionerâs sugar.
What would happen after dinner?
A group reading from the 101 Fun Things To Do With Chocolate book.
Would there be any secret acts youâd confess before departing for the afterlife?
I found a wallet outside Mrs. Cranstonâs 6th grade class and kept the three dollars inside it despite discovering that it belonged to Cindy Davis and it would deprive her of purchasing her usual chili fries from the cafeteria.
What would be your greatest regret?
That I never did get back to the guys about their kind offer to sing on âSgt. Pepperâ. What would be the last album you listen to? The audio book of Lolita.
Who is the last person you would kiss?
Sandra over at Lincoln Dry Cleaners, who put a rush on my order to make sure it would be done in time.
How would you like to snuff it?
Iâd be leading the peloton in the Tour de France. With one kilometre remaining, Iâd summon up enough energy to fend off the lone challenger from the Romanian team. Breaking through the yellow ribbon to the clamour of thousands lining the Champs-Elysees, Iâd step up to the winnerâs platform. A violent gust of wind lashes across the deck pushing the scantily clad model who is presenting me with my winnerâs trophy off the stage and to the concrete pavement seven feet below. The model would die instantly on impact with the ground, and I would succumb after two weeks in intensive care at the American Hospital in Paris.
What would your final words be?
What song would you play at your funeral?
âJe Ne Regrette Rienâ.
What would it say on your grave stone?
âAcme Gravestones. Over 30 Years Serving The Southland. Weâll Meet Or Beat Any Price. Contact Bill: 312-840-2286.â
Which dead star would welcome you at the pearly gates and why?
Igor Stravinsky. He was always such a big fan of Sparks and our use of tonality. Especially in the later albums.