Good Ol' GG Allin
A scum fuck nasty bastard thats why we loved him.
For those who don't know, G.G. was this crazy dude who used to jam to some great punk rock tunes.... he also used to jam on people's heads as well... he was well known for his crazy stage-antics, not to mention his rude and crude tunes. I have a old cut off t-shirt passed on to me from a friend who had it given to him by Merle, from his very last show at the Gas Station which I wear proudly.
GG's Funeral
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.
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." 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. The HEATHEN WORLD originally printed "GG's Funeral" with the Joe's permission in the zine "Pretentious Shit". The article also appeared in the way-cool ABUSE magazine, #4. ABUSE / PO BOX 684272 / Austin, TX 78768-4272. Joe is currently working on GG Allin's authorized biography and looking for a book publisher. Interested parties can contact him at P.O. Box 153 / Back Bay Annex, Boston, MA 02117.

HATED is an informative video documentary about GG Allin, including some footage of his funeral. It was produced and directed by Todd Phillips. Distributed by Film Threat / PO Box 3170 / Los Angeles, CA 90078-3170.
To view G.G. in his casket click here but not for faint of heart