"It's So Hard To Say Goodbye" which now gets me so badly I choke up just typing the title.
We had Danny Boy played at my (very Irish) grandfather's graveside service. By a bagpiper.
Those two and "Amazing Grace" on bagpipes will get me every single time.
"With Or Without You" is where I had to stifle my horrified laughter.
At my funeral I want them to play "Milkshake" as performed by the Jingle Cats.
signed, Corrupted by the Buffistas
The most corruption I got from b.org was learning to say that I'm so vanilla that the other ice-creams callibrate themselves according to me. No worries.
Religious Jewish funerals are pretty strict in content, with no singing. I couldn't share the names of the songs in some of the non-strict funerals I attended, because they're all Hebrew songs none of you would probably be able to recognize.
Wait, that list is the songs that people would want at their own funerals, right? That makes the jackassery better, somehow.
"With Or Without You" is where I had to stifle my horrified laughter.
I was cracking up at "Every Breath You Take." Yes, I'll be stalking you even from BEYOND THE GRAVE....
Year ago at the memorial for a favorite granduncle (who had been cremated) they played "Smoke gets in your eyes".
And a comment from the liberal blogger Ezra Klein: ( [link]
If Karl Marx had written Nancy Drew, Veronica Mars would be the result.
Nilly, as mentioned a few times last month, I attended my first Jewish festival. I was exposed to the tradition of attendees shoveling dirt onto the coffin.
Wow. I feel kind shaky thinking about it. It was my first closed-casket funeral. There's something chilling about an open casket, but it really hammered home the finality of the thing.
Hearing the dirt hit the coffin, the hollow thump? Worked just as well, and just as chillingly. I was not expecting that.
Cocaine's fucked up, man.
It's a hell of a drug.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Best Chappelle skit ever.
I was cracking up at "Every Breath You Take." Yes, I'll be stalking you even from BEYOND THE GRAVE....
You beat me to it.
Lawd, lawd. Singing about surveillance at funerals and weddings. Sting's eyes must roll down the street every time he hears that.
Than again, I sang Why Should I Cry For You? over my father's coffin, so I guess I have no dog in that race.