An addendum to my funeral playlist — a bonus track if you like. Every gathering needs a sing-a-long and funerals should be no different.
At pretty much every (Christian) funeral I’ve ever been to, we sang the 23rd Psalm. While I quite like the King James version I grew up with, I really loathe the way the beautiful language of the 17th century bible has been messed with to make it — what? Easier to understand for a modern audience. Sounds like dumbing down to me. And anyway, I doubt my friends would thank me for making them feel like they’re in church.
I pondered this one for a long time. It has to be familiar, easy to sing and fun. My short list included Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody, Cyndi Lauper’s Girls Just Want to Have Fun, The Beatles Hey Jude, Gloria Gaynor I Will Survive, Bonnie Tyler Total Eclipse of the Heart or The Monkees Daydream Believer. Because I’ve lived so long in New Zealand I was also tempted by The Swingers’ 1981 hit Counting the Beat (check it out here if you don’t know it).
But in the end, for sheer silliness and energy ….
… on your feet folks; clear your thoats, take a deep breath and move one pace away from your neighbour so you don’t knock them out with your flailing arms:
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