Thoughts on the end. . .

Working the soundboard for another memorial service. Which is relatively normal for me. . .the thoughts and comments that you'll find here are just what pops up in my mind every time I get to sit at the back of the sanctuary and observe the different ways that people deal with their grief. . .
Anyways. . .

Makes one begin to think about their own end.

What would they play for music at mine?
What would people say?

As much as I'd like to have a say in what happens after I die. . .funerals and memorial services are not for the person who has already moved on. . . They are for those of us left behind. . .those of us who are just trying to make sense of what death of our loved one means for our continuing journey through life.

Anyways, I figured, because I'm thinking about this now, that I'd play the song that I want people to hear. . .because the words matter just as much now as they will when I'm gone. . .