He wrote his own funeral. Lit the match. And walked away. 🪦🕯️
When Eminem dropped “Funeral Fantasy” earlier this year, fans thought it was another horrorcore cut. But by the second verse, it became clear—he was writing about his own death.
From eerie orchestral strings to brutally reflective lyrics, the track paints a picture of Em witnessing his own funeral as an outsider:
“No halo over me, just headphones / In my will, I left bars, not bones.”
The reaction? Instant firestorm. Twitter exploded with theories, mental health discussions, and debates over whether this was a cry for help or a masterclass in poetic darkness.
50 Cent spoke up:
“He ain’t suicidal—he’s surgical. That man knows how to make death feel like art.”
The song ends with an audio clip of a heartbeat flatlining, followed by a child’s voice whispering “Daddy?”
Chilling. Masterful. Unforgettable.
Whether it’s metaphor or meditation, “Funeral Fantasy” has joined “Stan” and “Mockingbird” as one of Eminem’s most emotionally haunting records. And in typical Slim Shady fashion, he hasn’t said a word about it since.