"Lux seemed like a creature from another world, with one foot already out of this dimension. As much as we might wonder 'Where are you now?' we can also wonder 'Where on Earth did you come from?' Now that's a mystery!"
-Poison Ivy Rorschach, from the program accompanying Lux Interior's astral ascension ceremony.
It had to happen at some point, and I'm glad the service was appropriate for Lux's departure from the mystery plane. ''Held on February 21 inside a reproduction of a 18th century windmill, the trans-denominational service was performed before an ornate sandalwood altar with a backdrop of six portraits -- Jesus, Krishna and the Fellowships own assorted founding gurus; the mood was muted, bleak, and Ivy's entrance brought a flood of tears; clad in form fitting leopard print, she placed a Hurrell-style glamour portrait of Lux beside the rostrum where speakers would address the crowd of 50 or 60 people.''
There are some nice stories in there, such as this email that Lux sent to the fellow who was driving when he picked up Ivy hitchiking back in 1974 "you don't know who this is" -- of course I did -- "but do you remember when we picked up that really pretty girl hitchhiker and your dog Wheezer jumped all over her? Well I've been jumping all over her for the past 35 years and we have a band called the Cramps."
Also, this comment from Rev. Susie the Floozie, herself the wife of Ivan Stang:
''Lux's spirit is so crystalline, so pure and shining, that he makes me glad to be a Weirdo. I would've gladly traded my own life to bargain for his--because we so badly need a Mad Daddy to shepherd us through this shitty world, making us laugh at the darkness and pointing out the diamonds in the garbage.''
He jumped so high he never came down/ Left the record spinning round and round... I guess the rest of us just Weirdos'll keep on moving on.