A lot is often said about the music one might choose to be played at one’s own funeral. Music which sums up a feeling for the life of the deceased, a characteristic sound which would make even the most distant acquaintance of the dearly departed fully understand the innermost depths of the personality so recently launched into the hereafter.
Sinatra, Turner (T), and People (M) are often heard in the moments before the curtain closes on the hot and fearsome trip to the furnace and melancholic smiles are invoked as we clearly and dearly remember the good times passed together in the company of inspiring music.
However, I intend to fuck it up a bit by insisting that this is played and that everyone has to stand and listen to it fully. Lyrics will be provided and I hope that it makes for an uncomfortable send off, you utter bastards.