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His wake was attended by his band mates, (including his brother, Merle) and various friends and hangers on. GG was laid out in an open casket, wearing his trademark leather jacket, dog collar, jockstrap, sneakers and a pair of "George Jetson" socks! He was not the sweetest smelling man in life, but in death, he had a strange scent, mixing flowers, feces, sweat, piss and whiskey. On his brother's instructions, the funeral director did not wash or put make up on the corpse. As he was in life, so he was in death. (this is kinda gross, but here he is, in all his glory.)
G.G.'s wake turned into quite a party with people putting drugs into his mouth and washing them down with slugs of Jim Beam... Once again, people were having their pictures taken with the lifeless GG and pulling his jockstrap down to gawp at his incredibly small penis...and of course, to take pictures of it! (lovely.)
The last studio album that GG recorded with his band The Murder Junkies, was playing all the while in the background. Finally, as his casket was closed for the last time, his brother put a pair of headphones on GG playing some loud and tuneless music called "the suicide sessions", that he'd recorded a few years previously. A fitting showstopper for a man that so desperately wanted to die!
His gravesite has become a place of pilgrimage for many of his fans where they come to get drunk and leave drugs and various bodily fluids in memory of the filthiest pervert that ever hit the Rock n Roll stage! I am sure that we shall not see the like of GG Allin again. The void left in the wake of his death will never be filled.