GG Allin's Funeral
The strange end of a strange man..

Hey, have you heard of GG Allin? He died a couple years ago of a heroin overdose. He was always somewhat crazy, and for about 15 years kept finding new extremes to the point that he evolved into the most aggressive, extreme, often hated punk rocker on the planet. He lived up to, and often surpassed his own reputation. The music he put out was not exactly well produced, but it's power was immense. The best cd to get is "Dirty Love Songs", which is a collection from many of his bands. The following is the tale of his funeral...
GG Allin's body
GG Allin's funeral - I was there less than two months after meeting the guy. Now, we all knew he wasn't going to die of old age and we all knew it wouldn't be an ordinary service, but I wasn't quite prepared for that I saw. The band's drummer was drawing on GG's leg with a magic marker. The body was dressed in his leather jacket and a jockstrap that said "Eat Me". He held a microphone in one hand and a jug of Jim Beam in the other. Everyone was hammered. When the beer ran out, people wrenched the jug from his arms to swig from it. GG looked like hell.
There were gouges and scars everywhere and he was discolored, and frankly, starting to go bad after five days. He was leaking embalming fluid noticeable. One girl put her underwear on his face. Other people were putting stickers on the casket, pushing pills and liquor into GG's mouth, having their smiling pictures taken up by his face, taking his dick out and playing with it.. the works. It was as though everyone ELSE was finally having THEIR way with HIM. The parlor director thought it was a scream. Most common phrase of the night had to be, "He woulda" wanted it this way."
At a convenience store afterwards, a clerk overheard us talking about what we'd seen and asked "where the hell WHERE you?" We told her a wake, "WHOSE wake?" We told her, but GG didn't ring a bell.. "You know, Kevin?"" "Oh, Kevin! OK, that makes sense. Say.. was Al Chappel there?" We told her he was. "He hung my cat, you know." We said, "What, back in the Jabbers days.. '79-ish?" "No, just last week!" This guy must be almost 40 now and still hangs cats.
At graveside the next day, the drummer stepped up to the ditch and told those in attendance, "The Lunachicks are number one. They were my husband, and he (GG Allin) was my wife. Thank you." He then went into a sort of interpretive art-dance in his gray hot pants and t-shirt. We noticed him looking solemn at the end, and asked if he was OK, "I shoulda' mentioned that Caprice parked on the hill up there, because Chevys number one, too. I used to have a van."
NOT GG Allin
If you are not familiar with the legend of GG Allin, it may be tempting to dismiss this story as totally fabricated bullshit similar to the Jim Morrison article in this section, but the joke's on you - this story is true.
This article was written by Joe Coughlin. Heathen World originally printed this article with the Joe's permission in the zine "Pretentious Shit". The article also appeared in the way-cool ABUSE magazine (#4) from Austin, TX.
There are a ton of videos and crap available featuring GG Allin. After all, he was so much fun to tape.. unless you ended up splattered with shit and blood, that is. The documentary Hated is Heathen World's favorite video about GG.
The Murder Junkies, featuring GG's brother Merle, were arguably the best band GG ever had. They are still around and tour regularly.
More info about Hated documentary, Murder Junkies tour dates, and all other things GG are on the official GG Allin website: GGAllin.com
The picture at the top of the page is GG's body at the funeral. The picture on the right is not GG. We just thought it was funny.
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