Mae Mae and Her Festive Fune Have Slayed Me
The importance of wills cannot be underestimated. We need to let the folks we leave behind know what we want to happen when we follow the drinking gourd to our Lord. Folks gotta know what we want to do with our assets and how to send us off. The clearer we can make our wishes, the better.
I’m not sure if Miriam “Mae Mae” Burbank of New Orleans requested to be set out like a character in “Weekend in Bernie 45” but her family sent her off with a bang. 53-year old Mae Mae passed on June 1 and her family wanted to celebrate her in death like she lived.
They embalmed her and sat her up at a table while holding a menthol cigarette and a glass of beer. They put on her good wig, some hater blocker shades, her bingo night ring and other mementos. Oh and you can’t see it here but there’s also a disco ball shining on her.
Chile, I am SLAYED and iCan’t. I lack the ability to CAN. I am unable.
I understand wanting to celebrate and honor someone’s memory but they got Aunty Mae Mae outchea looking like she’s about to play a mean game of spades and cuss her partner out for cutting her. This woman’s rigor mortis is in a squatting position. Is that casket just gonna need to be extra deep.
I ain’t gon lie that I’m a bit creeped out. I might not be coming to this type of fune because I’d spend the entire time wondering what was happening and why it was happening.
When I die, yall better not prop me up with some red pumps, red velvet and rice all around me. NAWL!
Mae Mae is either giving them ghostly high fives for sending her off right or she’s pissed that they got her outchea like this. Her daughters are proud of themselves though so they can have it. They said she was an unforgettable person so she had to sent off in a memorable way. Mission: Accomplished.
So whatcha’ll think of Mae Mae’s homegoing?
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I thought it was Miles Davis in a wig for a moment there…
^^^^ I hollered! Now folks at my job are giving me the side-eye and thinking I have finally snapped.
My cat is staring at me because I am SCREAMING.
I thought the same. I thought it was a drag queen. Sorry, I know i am wrong for this. LOL!
IM CRYING!!!!!!! Real life tears at ALL yalls comments!
I need a can of ICAN so I can deal with this PURE DE FOOLISHNESS – all them daughters need they arse whupped real good -cuz Im sure their mother wld have not wanted this and the mortuary need they arse whupped too for even going along with this!!!! SMH YYYYYLAWDYYYYY!!!
I guarantee her lips were set like that in life, too.
T.O.D : 11:16 am (Memphis time) D.N.R.
Luvvie…This is why we can’t have nice things…lol…I saw this today and yeah..all my cans went running out into traffic on I-20…So…now that this has been done..should people specify in their wills that they DO NOT want a service like this? “Y’all know I liked to party, but just cremate me and scatter my ashes at Mardi Gras and throw a lil over Morris Chestnut for me….” Say no to Weekend at Bernie’s 45!!
Morris Chestnut?!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! I can’t blame you, though. The man is fine as frog’s hair.
Honey…ain’t he though?? ohhhh mercy!!
So many questions and thoughts:
1. I’ll bet Mae Mae would have LOVED it.
2. “Throw a lil over Morris Chestnut”. I’m done with you!
3. Fifty-three is not that old, maybe the smoking and drinking and poor choices might not be the thing to “celebrate”.
4. That wig!
5. Of all the wigs…THAT wig?
6. How much does something like that cost?
7. Yes, how DO you get the body flat after that?
8. I would haunt my entire family for the entirety of their lives if they did this ish to me.
9. So is this being staged in the funeral parlor or at the Elk’s Club?
10. Even in death…”You can’t outdo Black people”.
Unable to can with you today LMFAO. I surely had #8 in mind; like a friend used to tell me “If I die and have the ability to haunt, I’m gonna tickle your butt hole every time you go to the bathroom”
Candigirl! Go to the corner! lol…”tickle your butt hole” oh dear goodness…
Real tears, ok????
#10 pretty much sums it all up – even in death… “You can’t outdo black people”. Point blank and the period. «Tamar voice»
KayMee…The Elk’s club! GIRL STAHP!!!!
Omg! KayMee I’m screaming!! You are hilarious and so right!!!
DEAD at “Even in death, you can’t outdo black people” hhahaaa! i’m over here cackling!
Nothing about that half a bottle of Jack in the back. Make me wonder if they poured a little out for Mae Mae or if she as working on that pre-demise. RIP wit Biggie and dem Mae Mae. We know you gon be in heaven holding rent parties and bringing the bootleg moonshine!
“in heaven holding rent parties…” i am too through! Every ounce of ICAN is just seeping out of my pores…smdh
A bottle of liquor, a case of beer, and a pack of cigarettes…It seems to me that she died because of the way she lived. Newsflash: 53 is YOUNG!!
WELP – let the truth be told.
Exactly!!
#preach
I was STEAM-PRESSED and waiting for you to respond to this! HUNEY – Ms Mae Mae was waiting for the people when they arrived! She’s so fancy she drinks her beer from a wine glass. Y’all just hating! LOL!
That wine glass killed me. That’s her “Friday night fish fry” glass!
Not only did she have Black Jack in the back, but other pictures showed a bottle of Ciroc (peach-flavored, methinks) and some Glenlivet. Mae Mae knew how to live! I know that repast was off the meat rack.
Seriously, I ain’t mad at her kinfolk. I’d get a kick out of attending a funeral such as this. I will be cremated, so my peeps ain’t got to worry about doing me like this. LOL
Last will & testament of Brittni:
For my funegro, I would like a family sized bag of Twizzlers (not the little bag, the movie sized bag – and not no damn Red Vines…Twizzlers) set on a silver platter and perched on top of a pillow next to me in bed, as I sit propped up holding my phone (with an open Pinterest app), and Harry Potter Order of the Phoenix on the tv.
A frosted glass of cold drank should be placed on my bedside table (in case I start to get thirsty – no doubt it’s warm where I’m going
Duly noted. Your family will be advised. So let it be written. So let it be done.☺
*screams* KWR: NOT the quote from Ten Commandments!! Yul Brynner would be proud
Brittni…that frosted glass…in a warm place?!? lol…HAAAAAA!!!!
My spleen…*hollering*
*funeral tears*
gurllll….you must be my long lost twin, sounds just like me errnight!!!!
“Not no damn Red Vines” LMFAOOOOOOOOOO
I don’t mind this. Everything doesn’t have to be traditional, they sent her off with a few of her favorite things. I bet the repast was full of beer, liquor, fried food and a spades tournament…just my type of party. May she RIP.
And the Electric Slide! Or maybe The Wobble.
Definitely The Wobble!!!
I CAN’T! imma have nightmares about her ass for the next week!
#creepyasfawk!!!
I knew she was dead before I even read the caption or the post. When did diorama funerals become a thing? The first time I saw something like this was maybe three years ago and it was a young Puerto Rican guy propped up in the corner of his mother’s living room like he was chilling. Since then some folks have gotten just way too creative with these funerals. I have seen bodies on bikes, in recliners, and in a smoker – courtesy of Best Funeral Ever or some such mess on basic cable.
If I show up at a funeral and see a corpse anywhere other than in a velvet lined casket with that little book reading lamp attached to to inside cover, I am leaving instantly.
How on Earth would small children react to seeing something like that? You know how kids can be, and it’s a wonder no one went up there and snatched off her wig or shades.
This troubles me. I think I need to go burn some sage and hum some negro spirituals to get right.
Ma’am…..did you say diorama funeral?! You almost made me holler at work.
From another one named Kenya…..I died at the diorama funeral.
Please spread my ashes at the New Edition concert closest to Hawaii.
Yes ma’am!!!! If Morris Chestnut ain’t available…I’ll take New Edition!!!!
*pushing up daisies* @ “diarama funeral” I will not with you today! LMAO!!
Oh yes you will. lol
Like everyone wasn’t thinking the same thing.
*dead* at “got Aunty Mae Mae outchea looking like she’s about to play a mean game of spades and cuss her partner out for cutting her.”
Look like she got the Phaedra Parks special.
A couple of things.
1) Rigor mortis starts to dissipate after about 24 hours. The better question is how did they manage to prop her up. Is Mae Mae glued to the seat?
2) I wanna know what team helmet is up there. I see myself trolling them after EVERY loss with this picture.
Seriously, it is up to them. They paid the cost to be the boss. But that does not mean that I cannot point and laugh. Pointing…..there. Now, BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!
I saw on another site that it was a Saints helmet…
I seriously thought she was sitting there waiting for somebody to join her in a game of Spades or something!!! She sitting there double-dog daring somebody to renege! I got my Unable to Can tee-shirt on RIGHT NOW in honor of this post!!
Is this a Pha Pha Phadra Parks production?…
Okay, so I just found a link to the video, and it shows that the family was having a party for real. It also shows other pop-up funerals done by the same folks.
http://thegrio.com/2014/06/13/daughters-hold-party-funeral-for-deceased-mother/
Her family seemed sincere, but it is still creepy to me.
But why she look like she had a raspy voice from too much alcohol & cigarettes? And is that a Word Search book on the table? STAHP!!!
I literally just died!
#WordSearchBook
Luvvie, it’s not for everybody. It’s not the first I’ve seen and not even the first I’ve seen in New Orleans. Wealthy socialite Mickey Easterling (or her estate anyway) rented out the Saenger Theater–a venue where major concerts are held–and sat out in the lobby bedecked in her jewels and a feather boa. And well before that, a local musician known as Uncle Lionel was presented STANDING UP in his brass band attire. It’s not exactly how *I* would want to go out but I can’t knock the ones who do.
Bingo. Night. Ring.
*throws phone*
This shyt……. is AMAZEBALLS covered in nacho cheeze AWESOMESAUCE!!!! I wouldn’t want this personally, but I bet this funeral was a TRIP!!! #Selfie level: QUANTUM EXPERT!!
All I can say is fix it Jesus.
I am unable to can at “diorama – and This troubles me. I think I need to go burn some sage and hum some negro spirituals to get right”.
I just saw this & closed my browser. Why aunt mae mae rocking J-Hud’s old wig? Fix it Jesus.
How is she not tipping over?
It’s all fun & games until Mae Mae’s final muscle contraction happens. Folks will be in there pissing themselves.
I just died at the thought!
Madame…Ma-DAME…see, I almost lost it at my desk…almost. But I’m holding strong, resisting the urge to laugh EXTRA hard at this visual.
That VIP Velvet rope though…
I have questions. 1) WHY? 2) Did they cut the body in half to be able to prop it up like this?
The crossword puzzle tho. I can see Ms. Mae now, sittin on her porch, cig hanging out the side of her mouth doing, her crossword puzzles. Pages folded back and errthing.
I thought that was Tyler Perry holding casting calls for the new Madea movie…
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