What song will they play at your funeral?

I saw a commercial today that offered to send any willing person a "last will" pamphlet so the family would know exactly what they wanted. I'm not sure why you would need a pamphlet, but it got me thinking about what I would want. I know I want the wake/funeral to be at Davis funeral home. What I wasn't sure about was the music. There must be music. Would it be in poor taste to have them play Another One Bites The Dust/Queen? It's my favorite. In every great story there are tears and laughter. My life is my story. While I do not know how great my life has been, it has had both. Shouldn't the songs reflect that? Another One Bites The Dust would make them laugh. One song that I know for certain would bring on the tears is Angel/Sarah McClauchlan. It is one of the most moving songs I have ever heard. My fondness for it began when Jason was a baby. I found that whenever the song came on the radio, Jason would stop fussing. I went out and bought the City of Angels tape (my car didn't have a cd player and that is where he was most fussy). It was the only part of the movie that I liked by the way.

I am a fan of ambiguity in poetry and music is poetry. The definition of a lyric is "composing poems to be sung to the lyre" (www.dictionary.com).

Here are the lyrics from Sarah McClauchlan's site:

Angel

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one 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
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 there

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
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 there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here