In the year of my death, 2044, I request that any or all of the following tracks be played at my funeral/wake/death rave:
When I die, I want you to be beside yourself with grief. Even if you don’t know me particularly well, or even like me all that much, I want you to be so overwhelmed that you develop flu-like symptoms.
Pretty song. I can play it badly on the guitar.
I can also play this one on guitar, which probably won’t mean a whole lot once I’m dead. Moving on.
To lighten the mood a little. Always keep ’em guessing.