Joan Rivers' Final Act

We want to share with you a final memory tonight. Joan rivers, in her own words. Using her razor-sharp humor in her memoirs. She even jokes about her final wish, to go out with plenty of panache. When I die, and, yes, Melissa, the day will come, and, yes, Melissa, everything is still in your name, I want my funeral to be a huge showbiz affair with lights and cameras and action. I want Kraft services. I want paparazzi. I want publicists making a scene. I want it to be Hollywood all the way. Don't give me some rabbi rambling on. I want Meryl Streep crying in five different accents. I want to look gorgeous. Better dead than I do alive. I want to be buried in a Valentino gown. I want harry wizard to make me a toe tag. I want a wind machine so strong, that even in the casket, my hair will be blowing more than beyonce's on stage. . Laughing through tears. Joan rivers. As Andy Cohen tweeted tonight, heaven just got a whole lot funnier.