Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah is de rigeur for modern funerals. I love that song, like most Cohen tunes, but recently a friend gave me a better idea. When I go, I hope they play Johnny Cash: for the service/memorial, Burning Ring of Fire, about a love that never dies. Deborah. Add his Give My Love to Rose and cover of the Nine Inch Nails tune, Hurt. Hell, play the entire Man Comes Around album, and get the grieving done with. But for any wake, please, play the Benny Goodman Orchestra live version of Sing, Sing, Sing; the Latin cover by Pepe and the Bottle Blondes; and the glorious riff Sing, Sang, Sung, by Gordon Goodwin’s Big Phat Band. And anything else that might make the right people smile and that fussy people would find inappropriate.
I don’t plan on going soon (or maybe never if that damn Singularity arrives soon enough), but I’m feeling contemplative in the midst of all this writing and wanted to stick this bit of info where someone would find it. Because, like diamonds and kidney stones and like me, this blog will be around for at least another half century.