Frontfigure in the awesome 70´s leftwingband "Nationalteatern". died june19:th this year. One of my biggest heroes. "Thinnertrasan vandrar mellan husen....."

9 Oct 1940 - 8 Dec 1980. My favourite Beatle. Gunned down by a real fruitcake, who will soon be released if i remember things correctly. Imagine there´s no heaven...

8 Dec1943 - 3 Jul 1971. The Icon of the sixties. Name one girl from that time that didnt scream her head of at the sight of this junkie, and ill call you a liar. This man prooved that drugs can´t be ALL bad. I mean, picture him writing any of his songs with a clear head? Nah, not possible! Come on baby light my fire!

1 Jun 1926 - 5 Aug 1962. The worlds first real superstar from the movies. Never has the phrase "Blondes have more fun" been moore suitable. Brunettes never looked so ugly before!

8 Jan 1941 - 4 Oct 1989. Member of the best comedygroup ever "Monty Pythons Flying Cirkus". Most known for the mainroll in "Life of Brian". Always look on the bright side of death!
This is the complete printing of Grey´s memorialspeech, delivered by John Cleese :

"Graham Chapman, co-author of the 'Parrot Sketch,' is no more.

He has ceased to be, bereft of life, he rests in peace, he has kicked the bucket, hopped the twig, bit the dust, snuffed it, breathed his last, and gone to meet the Great Head of Light Entertainment in the sky, and I guess that we're all thinking how sad it is that a man of such talent, such capability and kindness, of such intelligence should now be so suddenly spirited away at the age of only forty-eight, before he'd achieved many of the things of which he was capable, and before he'd had enough fun.

Well, I feel that I should say, "Nonsense. Good riddance to him, the freeloading bastard! I hope he fries. "

And the reason I think I should say this is, he would never forgive me if I didn't, if I threw away this opportunity to shock you all on his behalf. Anything for him but mindless good taste. I could hear him whispering in my ear last night as I was writing this:

"Alright, Cleese, you're very proud of being the first person to ever say 'shit' on television. If this service is really for me, just for starters, I want you to be the first person ever at a British memorial service to say 'fuck'!"

You see, the trouble is, I can't. If he were here with me now I would probably have the courage, because he always emboldened me. But the truth is, I lack his balls, his splendid defiance. And so I'll have to content myself instead with saying 'Betty Mardsen...'

But bolder and less inhibited spirits than me follow today. Jones and Idle, Gilliam and Palin. Heaven knows what the next hour will bring in Graham's name. Trousers dropping, blasphemers on pogo sticks, spectacular displays of high-speed farting, synchronised incest. One of the four is planning to stuff a dead ocelot and a 1922 Remington typewriter up his own arse to the sound of the second movement of Elgar's cello concerto. And that's in the first half.

Because you see, Gray would have wanted it this way. Really. Anything for him but mindless good taste. And that's what I'll always remember about him---apart, of course, from his Olympian extravagance. He was the prince of bad taste. He loved to shock. In fact, Gray, more than anyone I knew, embodied and symbolised all that was most offensive and juvenile in Monty Python. And his delight in shocking people led him on to greater and greater feats. I like to think of him as the pioneering beacon that beat the path along which fainter spirits could follow.

Some memories. I remember writing the undertaker speech with him, and him suggesting the punch line, 'All right, we'll eat her, but if you feel bad about it afterwards, we'll dig a grave and you can throw up into it.' I remember discovering in 1969, when we wrote every day at the flat where Connie Booth and I lived, that he'd recently discovered the game of printing four-letter words on neat little squares of paper, and then quietly placing them at strategic points around our flat, forcing Connie and me into frantic last minute paper chases whenever we were expecting important guests.

I remember him at BBC parties crawling around on all fours, rubbing himself affectionately against the legs of gray-suited executives, and delicately nibbling the more appetizing female calves. Mrs. Eric Morecambe remembers that too.

I remember his being invited to speak at the Oxford union, and entering the chamber dressed as a carrot---a full length orange tapering costume with a large, bright green sprig as a hat----and then, when his turn came to speak, refusing to do so. He just stood there, literally speechless, for twenty minutes, smiling beatifically. The only time in world history that a totally silent man has succeeded in inciting a riot.

I remember Graham receiving a Sun newspaper TV award from Reggie Maudling. Who else! And taking the trophy falling to the ground and crawling all the way back to his table, screaming loudly, as loudly as he could. And if you remember Gray, that was very loud indeed.

It is magnificent, isn't it? You see, the thing about shock... is not that it upsets some people, I think; I think that it gives others a momentary joy of liberation, as we realised in that instant that the social rules that constrict our lives so terribly are not actually very important.

Well, Gray can't do that for us anymore. He's gone. He is an ex-Chapman. All we have of him now is our memories. But it will be some time before they fade."

12 Dec 1928 - 6 Sep 1998. A man with many faces. He could be cruel, evil, hilariously funny. Lines i remember "Postbanken?!" (commercial), "Danskjävlar!" (Riket) and his caracter Harald Hansson in "Släpp fångarne loss det är vår" are amongst my favourites.

5 Sep 1946 - 24 Nov 1991. This man had the best woice in the world. All categories, all times, both genders. No contest in my eyes! Listen to his operapieces, and his paradenumbers "I want to break free" and "the Great Pretender". Who wants to live forever? Topscorer of the Graverobbers!

24 Jan 1949 - 5 Mar 1982. A SNL legend, and creator behind one of comedys most famous moviecaracters, Jake Blues. Rolling Rolling Rolling....

27 Jan 1937 - Aug 1985. Composer of the swedish classic "Jag ger dig min morgon", the mother of all ballads. My parents met him on a party once, while my mother was very pregnant with me. He was very drunk and said "If its a girl, name her ...." (Will check with my parents what he said). Anyhow, a boy i was, so no weird name for me!

25 Aug 1924 - 7 Feb 1997. IF you have seen one Astrid Lindgren movie or two, you have seen this man. He always made his caracters shining a little brighter than the others, just look at Oskar in "Rasmus på Luffen", Skalle-Per in "Ronja Rövardotter". He also appeared in some Hasse & Tage productions.

21 Aug 1952 - 22 Dec 2002. Singer from one of my favouritbands "the Clash". His voice was not the best perhaps, but it had caracter like noone else. Go straight to hell boy... Against a very angry Stormvermihn he was killed and didnt regenerate. So we animated him again! Lost his SPP though, doh!

19 Mar 1921 - 15 Apr 1984. This bloke, seen mostly in a tux and a fez was a magician, but mostly a comedian. Died on stage from a heartattack, wich of course noone believed. The audience kept on laughing and clapping while he passed away. One of the dangers of being funny!

5 Feb 1928 - 13 Oct 1985. One of the most clever, funny, ingenious men that has ever lived. Was half of the duo "Hasse & Tage". If you havent heard (or read a translation) form his monolog "Om Sannolikhet", do it now! He used to be a ghoul with Guard, but got crowdpushed to death (always), so now gets his final chance as a zombie.