I was requested by Flannery Alden from the Beer Blog to submit a list of 12 songs to be played at my funeral. I posted as a comment there and on the post below, but have now upgraded (hard for me to spell that word correctly now) it to a post of its own.
My funeral mix:
1. Asleep – The Smiths
2. Elegia – New Order
3. God Moving Over the Face of the Waters – Moby
4. John the Revelator – Son House
5. Swing Low Sweet Chariot – Paul Robeson
6. Amazing Grace – Aretha Franklin
7. How Great Thou Art – Elvis Aaron Presley
8. What a Wonderful World – Joey Ramone
9. I Am the Resurrection – The Stone Roses
10. The Wings of a Dove – Madness
11. When the Saints Go Marching In – Louis Armstrong
12. Come on Get Happy! – Ella Fitzgerald
And so everyone is clear, the last song is not the Partridge Family theme, it is the one goes "Shout hallelujah, come on get happy. Get ready for the judgment day." Please note I will not accept the Judy Garland version of "Come On Get Happy" as the last song at my funeral. I was going to end it with Madness, but listening to it now that song sounds too much like the Gungan celebration song at the end of Episode I. I wouldn't want anyone to make that mistake.
I did not want to use "Wonderful World" at all, but the Joey Ramone version has a certain depth to it based on the fact he was dying of cancer at the time he recorded it. So it has to be his version and his version only. I also balance this out with The Stone Roses song which is blasphemous and fun, but if you're not paying attention it seems kinda religious.
The mix starts out somber (with the Smiths of course!) and just picks up from there. And I would want my friend J to mix this all down into a seamless blend and hand out CDs with a cover designed by Pezda.
And yes, Pezda, you'd better get working on it now. It is more than likely that despite clean-living, jeux de vive, and reason to live you will snuff it early due to your chronic...everything. While I sit on my fat ass drinking too much coffee, cursing my own existence with milk, cookies and a chess board ready for the Grim Reaper to arrive doomed to be endlessly mentioned year after year on August 31 by the grandson of Willard Scott and/or Al Roker on the Today Show weather while I throw my free jar of Smuckers at the screen.