Wednesday 13 May 2009

Exit strategy

This is not unusual these days: you see someone entranced by a song and when it’s done they say fervently, “I want that played at my funeral.” You’ve done it, too?

When you’ve done it once it becomes a habit. Sometimes a new song displaces an old one. Sometimes you want it played as well.

The list can easily get too long. At too many funerals these days we all have to sit through too many. There’s no point in doing at a funeral what you can just as easily do at home.

Three’s probably enough.

For the last year or so I’ve been rooting for Arlo Guthrie’s Motorcycle Song. Don’t know why. Don’t ask. Funeral planning is never enriched by the application of reason.

Arlo’s out of the window, now. I’ve found Four Strong Winds. This is definitely the one. This version. It’s the loveliest thing I have ever heard or ever will. You too, perhaps.

(Write down all your favourite songs. They can be printed on your service sheet. Your friends can go home, create a playlist in Spotify, fill a big glass and think about you.)

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

You said, "Funeral planning is never enriched by the application of reason."

Truer words were never spoken.

Right now, I'm leaning toward "Somewhere Over The Rainbow/What A Wonderful World", by Israel Kamakawiwo'Ole,to be sung at my funeral.

Thanks for all you do, Charles. You're always an excellent read!

14 May 2009 at 16:01  
Blogger BONNIE K said...

I loved this music.

15 May 2009 at 00:30  
Blogger Sentiment said...

love this thanks!

In response to remarkablycalm great choice - We have done a few memorial montages to "Somewhere Over The Rainbow/What A Wonderful World", by Israel Kamakawiwo'Ole and it was the song played during the birth of my daugher!

18 May 2009 at 11:44  
Anonymous Kathryn Edwards said...

Dreamy!
I love the Johnny Cash version.
In fact, pretty much everything on his 'American V' is splendid deathie material: I recommend it.

19 May 2009 at 16:46  
Anonymous james showers said...

Oh Lord, I had to hang in with these old Canucks. 'Cos it seemed just too cheesy and too thoroughly wholesome. (I lived in Toronto throughout the 70's!). But when the old one started to sing - it brought tears to my grimset face - and, once again, you are 100% on the button. It's a triumph. James@familytreefunerals

29 May 2009 at 17:15  

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