Highway to Hell

[Dinner]

i'd spin in my casket if someone played Elvis at my funeral.

[Ogie Oglethorpe]

I thought the funeral scene in Garden State was hilarious with the "Once Twice Three Times a Lady" being sung in a strong NJ jewish accent.

[Dr Strangelove]

I think that "Til We Meet Again", the end theme song of "How I Learned To Love The Bomb" would be nice at my funeral.

I think I'd like for to have "Die Gotterdamerung" played when they lower my casket into the ground.

Another good one would be "The Gigilo Song (Life Goes On Without Me)."

[Immortal Wombat]

Originally posted by Dissident
on second thought, I want my entire music collection played at my funeral. I want my funeral to last weeks. I don't care if everyone leaves.

That would be awesome.



DrS:

The Galaxy Song
-- from Monty Python's The Meaning of Life


Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,
And things seem hard or tough,
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,

And you feel that you've had quite eno-o-o-o-o-ough,

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine thousand miles an hour.
It's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
The sun that is the source of all our power.
Now the sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see,
Are moving at a million miles a day,
In the outer spiral arm, at fourteen thousand miles an hour,
Of a galaxy we call the Milky Way.

Our galaxy itself contains a hundred million stars;
It's a hundred thousand light-years side to side;
It bulges in the middle sixteen thousand light-years thick,
But out by us it's just three thousand light-years wide.
We're thirty thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point,
We go 'round every two hundred million years;
And our galaxy itself is one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.



Our universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding,
In all of the directions it can whiz;
As fast as it can go, that's the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth;
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere out in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth!

[molly bloom]

Originally posted by Sikander


... or Pick Up the Pieces.

That's only if you donate your body to science or there's a pressing reason for an autopsy.


If by happenstance I'm interred, I'd want 'Road to Nowhere' or 'We Gotta Get Out of This Place' .

[Drogue]

Sarah McLachlan - Angel

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness
oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

[Whaleboy]

:vomit:

I think "Today" by the Smashing Pumpkins would be good for bitter irony.

Today is the greatest
Day I've ever kown
Can't live for tomorrow
Tomorrow's much too long
I burn my eyes out
Before I get out

I wanted more
Than life could ever grant me
Bored by the chore
Of saving face

Today is the greatest
Day I have ever known
Can't wait for tomorrow
I might not have that long
I’ll tear my heart out
Before I get out

Pink ribbon scars
That never forget
I’ve tried so hard
To cleanse these regrets
My angel wings
Were bruised and restrained
My belly stings

Today is
Today is
Today is
The greatest day
That I have ever known

I want to turn you on
I want to turn you round
I want to turn you on
I want to turn you

Today is the greatest
Today is the greatest day
Today is the greatest day
That I have ever known

Maybe "Tonight, Tonight" also by SP

Time is never time at all
You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth
And our lives are forever changed
We will never be the same
The more you change the less you feel
Believe, believe in me, believe
That life can change, that you're not stuck in vain
We're not the same, we're different tonight
Tonight, so bright
Tonight
And you know you're never sure
But your sure you could be right
If you held yourself up to the light
And the embers never fade in your city by the lake
The place where you were born
Believe, believe in me, believe
In the resolute urgency of now
And if you believe there's not a chance tonight
Tonight, so bright
Tonight
We'll crucify the insincere tonight
We'll make things right, we'll feel it all tonight
We'll find a way to offer up the night tonight
The indescribable moments of your life tonight
The impossible is possible tonight
Believe in me as I believe in you, tonight

[Drogue]

Irony at funerals I can understand the need for something that celebrates the life you've led, rather than commiserating the loss, but irony strikes me as hideously out of place. It'd be painful to ask people to sit through that, gratuitously so IMHO.

[Whaleboy]

Depends on the person. If you've lived ironically, then why not die ironically? I hate funerals that are meant to be easy on the living... it seems too desperately happy and that's not the point. Celebration or no doesn't really matter... it's supposed to be about the deceased. If it's painful for people to sit through, well boo hoo; death is painful, live with it.

[Drogue]

Death is painful, so why make it worse? Why willfully inflict your pain onto others? It seems sadistic to me. I don't mean make funerals "desperately happy", but they are a time for people to think about the deceased, more for their death and celebrate the life they've lived, not an opportunity to cause anguish among those who cared enough to turn up.

[Whaleboy]

I said funerals are supposed to be about the deceased. Whether it's making the attendees happy or anguished still suggests that it's about the attendees, but that's what I hate. To each his own... if people want that, then fine, but there's nothing wrong with this way either.

Besides, anguish is also a part of life, it's part of what death is for. People turn up to funerals because they care about the deceased, they love them, and anguish is an important part of love, such that they'd go to the funeral despite it being depressing.

[BlackCat]

Yesterday I was at the sixth' funeral in my family this winter (seventh if you also count my nieces hamster), and I still haven't found the "right" melody - it all depends upon the person whom is dead. The last one (I surely hope) would have preferred a mix between an old socialistic battlesong and something happy - full of life - that was his life.

[Whaleboy]

BlackCat: My condolences

[BlackCat]

Thanks.

[molly bloom]

Originally posted by Drogue
Irony at funerals I can understand the need for something that celebrates the life you've led, rather than commiserating the loss, but irony strikes me as hideously out of place. It'd be painful to ask people to sit through that, gratuitously so IMHO.

I love the idea of Peter Sellers' funeral swinging along to a piece of music he couldn't stand- 'In the Mood' .


If people can't laugh at my funeral, then dammit, then can just up and die themselves, the morbid souls.

It's the only time you get to give a great party and don't have to worry about vacuuming or housecleaning after.

Irish wakes are about eating, drinking, celebrating and remembrance, not sitting around with faces as long as Jeffery Archer's list of falsehoods or wet weekends in Bognor.