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  • Your memorial service playlist

    What do you want played at your memorial service?

    The music we love says a great deal about us.

    This one always gives me goosebumps -- Annie Lennox from the Lord of the Rings: Return of the King sountrack, "Into the West":



    Lay down
    Your sweet and weary head
    Night is falling
    You've come to journey's end
    Sleep now
    And dream of the ones who came before
    They are calling
    From across the distant shore

    Why do you weep?
    What are these tears upon your face?
    Soon you will see
    All of your fears will pass away
    Safe in my arms
    You're only sleeping

    [Chorus]
    What can you see
    On the horizon?
    Why do the white gulls call?
    Across the sea
    A pale moon rises
    The ships have come to carry you home

    And all will turn
    To silver glass
    A light on the water
    All souls pass

    Hope fades
    Into the world of night
    Through shadows falling
    Out of memory and time
    Don't say "We have come now to the end"
    White shores are calling
    You and I will meet again

    And you'll be here in my arms
    Just sleeping

    [Chorus]

    And all will turn
    To silver glass
    A light on the water
    Grey ships pass
    Into the West
    “I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
    I aim with my eye.

    "I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
    I shoot with my mind.

    "I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
    I kill with my heart.”

    The Gunslinger Creed, Stephen King, The Dark Tower

  • #2
    I flatly refuse to have a boring, tear-jerking funeral. When I take the last ride in the wooden Buick, it better be a party. Like, open-bar party.



    I'd love to have a piper play Amazing Grace. Then the Battle Hymn of the Republic.

    Then I want whoever is delivering my eulogy to literally put a galvanized 2-gallon bucket in front of my plain, pine-box casket and literally kick it across the funeral home.


    Then, everyone can jam out to some Eric Johnson:




    Then, the hearse can head out to Edwin Warner Park, starting out with a soundtrack of "Slow Ride:"





    Ideally, this should be blared quite loudly from loudspeakers atop the hearse.



    Then, once my pallbearers have placed me in the middle of the large field at the end of Belle Meade Boulevard, I want enough C-4 put underneath my casket to make sure that there will be nothing left but a pink mist, and, timed to the cannon crescendo of the Nashville Symphony's rendition of the 1812 Overture, blow my ass to smithereens.





    No, I'm actually not kidding. By the time the funeral comes along, I will long since have met my Maker. What's left behind is meat. Please take as much as possible in organs if they can help someone else, and then get rid of me. Everyone else should have a big-ass party out of it. Everyone says "I want people to celebrate my life;" well, I'm serious about it. Throw a big rock-n-roll party in my honor. Pay homage to the life lost, pray for my immortal soul, but for God's sake (literally), go have some damn fun, hoist one, and dance/party/howl/mosh/whatever and have some fun.
    Bask in the warmth of the Deep South
    No one will be denied:
    Big law suits and bathroom toots;
    We're all getting Dixie-fried.
    But somewhere Hank and Lefty
    Are rollin' in their graves
    While kudzu vines grow over signs that read "Jesus Saves."

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    • #3
      Sounds like you haven't given this much thought, Adam. Perhaps you need to reflect a while.

      This is on my playlist. If you can't get a live piper, this one's good -- and public domain. It's the Command Band of the US Air Force Reserves:

      http://www.music.af.mil/shared/media...060313-048.mp3
      “I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
      I aim with my eye.

      "I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
      I shoot with my mind.

      "I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
      I kill with my heart.”

      The Gunslinger Creed, Stephen King, The Dark Tower

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      • #4
        So many I would like, but these few will absolutely be played. I've already told my family - didn't want to risk having The Bangles, or R.E.M. or some stupid shit like that played over me. I probably should go through the hassle of burning a CD of it just to be sure.


        Starting with Gortoz A Ran.





        Then something Irish from The High Kings




        Then I figured to speed things up some with "10 Million Slaves" from Otis Taylor's "Respect the Dead"




        Black 47's "James Connolly"




        The Pogues "If I Should Fall From Grace With God"




        The Legend, Levon Helm, with "When I Go Away"




        And finally Flogging Molly with "The Likes of You Again." That should get them up and dancing. Dance, monkeys, dance.

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        • #5
          Originally posted by Hondo View Post
          So many I would like, but these few will absolutely be played. I've already told my family - didn't want to risk having The Bangles, or R.E.M. or some stupid shit like that played over me. I probably should go through the hassle of burning a CD of it just to be sure.
          Actually, now that I think about it, there's a certain poetic symmetry to having "Walk Like an Egyptian" played at a funeral....
          Bask in the warmth of the Deep South
          No one will be denied:
          Big law suits and bathroom toots;
          We're all getting Dixie-fried.
          But somewhere Hank and Lefty
          Are rollin' in their graves
          While kudzu vines grow over signs that read "Jesus Saves."

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          • #6
            Originally posted by Adam View Post
            Actually, now that I think about it, there's a certain poetic symmetry to having "Walk Like an Egyptian" played at a funeral....


            Way to go, you just got uninvited to my wake....

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            • #7
              I honestly don't care. The funeral is for the folks I left behind, not me. Of course there will be laughter, my favorite drink in my honor, and a Marine Color Guard - it's what my family and friends will want.
              "Faith is nothing but a firm assent of the mind : which, if it be regulated, as is our duty, cannot be afforded to anything but upon good reason, and so cannot be opposite to it."

              -John Locke

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              • #8
                Originally posted by scott View Post
                I honestly don't care. The funeral is for the folks I left behind, not me. Of course there will be laughter, my favorite drink in my honor, and a Marine Color Guard - it's what my family and friends will want.
                That's precisely why I insist that it be a party instead of some cry-fest (or perhaps a "piss-on-his-grave-fest").
                Bask in the warmth of the Deep South
                No one will be denied:
                Big law suits and bathroom toots;
                We're all getting Dixie-fried.
                But somewhere Hank and Lefty
                Are rollin' in their graves
                While kudzu vines grow over signs that read "Jesus Saves."

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                • #9
                  Amazing Grace. Simple and common, but I really like it. I'd like the whole song sang as a reminder to people that they can have it.

                  Other than that, I'd like some happy music. Since I love chocolate so much, I'd like everybody to have some. While the funeral is for my family and friends and not for me, I will come down there and make my eyes open and my fingers twitch if somebody walks in with a camera. Actually, I'd prefer no viewing, but I'll leave that up to those left behind.

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                  • #10



                    Oh all the money that e'er I spent
                    I spent it in good company
                    And all the harm that e'er I've done
                    Alas, it was to none but me
                    And all I've done for want of wit
                    To memory now I can't recall
                    So fill to me the parting glass
                    Good night and joy be with you all

                    Oh all the comrades that e'er I've had
                    Are sorry for my going away
                    And all the sweethearts that e'er I've had
                    Would wish me one more day to stay
                    But since it falls unto my lot
                    That I should rise and you should not
                    I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
                    Good night and joy be with you all
                    "There are four lights!"

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                    • #11
                      I don't want a funeral, I want a wake. Prop my arse up in some corner, and party the weekend away. Wasn't that a movie? I'd like someone to drink a toast to me and say somethin nice(if they can think of anything) ust don't let the undertaker put that clown makeup on me. And bury me in my favorite pair of boots.
                      Why is it when ya think you're finally moving on,
                      the past will come back and make ya start thinking
                      about things all over again?

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                      • #12
                        Originally posted by Ree_ View Post
                        I don't want a funeral, I want a wake. Prop my arse up in some corner, and party the weekend away. Wasn't that a movie? I'd like someone to drink a toast to me and say somethin nice(if they can think of anything) ust don't let the undertaker put that clown makeup on me. And bury me in my favorite pair of boots.
                        Off the subject, just want to say that you look good.

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                        • #13
                          Originally posted by Billy Jingo View Post



                          Oh all the money that e'er I spent
                          I spent it in good company
                          And all the harm that e'er I've done
                          Alas, it was to none but me
                          And all I've done for want of wit
                          To memory now I can't recall
                          So fill to me the parting glass
                          Good night and joy be with you all

                          Oh all the comrades that e'er I've had
                          Are sorry for my going away
                          And all the sweethearts that e'er I've had
                          Would wish me one more day to stay
                          But since it falls unto my lot
                          That I should rise and you should not
                          I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
                          Good night and joy be with you all
                          This song is awesome. I think I'll use it for the memorial video this year. I just don't know whose cover of it to use yet.
                          Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
                          Robert Southwell, S.J.

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by phillygirl View Post
                            This song is awesome. I think I'll use it for the memorial video this year. I just don't know whose cover of it to use yet.
                            Another one I would like.





                            There are stars
                            In the Southern sky
                            Southward as you go
                            There is moonlight
                            And moss in the trees
                            Down the Seven Bridges Road

                            Now I have loved you like a baby
                            Like some lonesome child
                            And I have loved you in a tame way
                            And I have loved you wild

                            Sometimes there's a part of me
                            Has to turn from here and go
                            Running like a child from these warm stars
                            Down the Seven Bridges Road

                            There are stars in the Southern sky
                            And if ever you decide
                            You should go
                            There is a taste of thyme sweetened honey
                            Down the Seven Bridges Road
                            "There are four lights!"

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                            • #15


                              That's when Wendell Gee takes a tug
                              Upon the string that held the line of trees
                              Behind the house he lived in
                              He was reared to give respect
                              But somewhere down the line he chose
                              To whistle as the wind blows
                              Whistle as the wind blows with me

                              He had a dream one night
                              That the tree had lost its middle
                              So he built a trunk of chicken wire
                              To try to hold it up
                              But the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin
                              And when he climbed inside
                              There wasn't even time to say
                              Goodbye to Wendell Gee
                              So whistle as the wind blows
                              Whistle as the wind blows with me

                              There wasn't even time to say
                              Goodbye to Wendell Gee
                              So whistle as the wind blows
                              Whistle as the wind blows with me
                              If the wind were colors
                              And if the air could speak
                              Then whistle as the wind blows
                              Whistle as the wind blows
                              "There are four lights!"

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