If Jimmy Crack's Corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him?

This is actually a good question....i hated having to do that song with my students when i was doing my student teaching, but the thought never ocurred to me why we would actually sing about something that clearly NO ONE cared about.
And how do you crack corn anyway?? *puzzled*
Unfortunately, at the school where i taught, most of my students could have related better to "crack" as in "Jimmy Smokes Crack and I Don't Care."
I've only had one glass of wine at this point, by the way....but thanks to Xanax (refer to earlier blog) i'm feeling a nice little buzz. (and the onset of a headache....)
On to other topics that are probably a bit more coherent...(and serious)
Charles's funeral is this Sunday. It's still really hard to believe. And (as shallow as this is going sound) I have no idea what to wear. Is wearing all black too much? Maybe that's standard protocol...but i really can't remember the last time i've been to a funeral. And this is Charles we're talking about. I can't think of a better person to fuss over an outfit for, seriously...i want to look good in honor of him. If i wear all black, i feel like i should at least stick a bright flower in my hair or something like that because Charles to me is just that- this bright ray of sunshine. Always smiling, always happy. I know in the grand scheme of things, this is really not important, but i feel like, in a strange way, this is my last "tribute" to my friend. Maybe i should do a little shopping tomorrow...i can always be talked into that (or talk myself into it).
These last 2 weeks have seemed more like 2 years. I'm trying to go on and live life. Oddly enough, my anxiety has been a lot better. Probably because ever since Kara called me 2 weeks ago to tell me about Charles, i've realized how precious and unpredictable life is. Sure, I still have my moments....like tonight when Jake and I went to dinner and the restaurant was a bit more crowded than i liked...and we ended up eating our salad but then getting our pizza to go. There are still those times when i feel the panic start to get the best of me, but having been confronted with events of the past week, i've found it less threatening and therefore easier to fight back. I know it's not a coincidence.
I just wish to God that there could have been a different way for me to be able to come to terms with things...