Pick your exit tune

[NotAllThere]

I am not dead yet.
Fame.
The Final Cut

My grandmother - died age 101 - had "I do like to be beside the seaside" as the last song at her funeral.

[SueEllen]

My grandmother - died age 101 - had "I do like to be beside the seaside" as the last song at her funeral.

That made me

[vetran]

I'll be too busy dancing with my "sky friends", but generally our funerals are quite joyful affairs. Cue jokes about everyone being joyful I'm dead, etc

"My Way" is a bit of a poor choice in my view. The narcissist anthem.

Hey if that makes you comfortable go for it.

Odd "My Way" always came across to me as a man trying to justify his choices in a difficult life. Sinatra knew he had been a naughty boy.

[vetran]

My FIL teased the MIL that he wanted Chesney Hawkes "I am the one and only"

Despite my beliefs I would probably have a few hymns as they remind me of my childhood. Probably "we plow the fields and scatter".

[Gibbon]

Odd "My Way" always came across to me as a man trying to justify his choices in a difficult life. Sinatra knew he had been a naughty boy.

Yes but no acknowledgment of the hurt he had caused. It has none of the class associated with the sublime Edith Piaf's song on the same theme.

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu’on m’a fait
Ni le mal; tout ça m’est bien égal!

No, nothing of nothing
No, I don’t regret anything
Neither the good things people have done to me
Nor the bad things, it’s all the same to me.

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
C’est payé, balayé, oublié
Je me fous du passé!

No, nothing of nothing
No! I don’t regret anything
It’s paid for, swept away, forgotten,
I don’t care about the past!

Avec mes souvenirs
J’ai allumé le feu
Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs
Je n’ai plus besoin d’eux!

With my memories
I lit up the fire
My troubles, my pleasures
I don’t need them anymore!

Balayés les amours
Et tous leurs trémolos
Balayés pour toujours
Je repars à zéro

The lovers are all swept away
And all of their drama
Swept away forever
I start again from zero

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu’on m’a fait
Ni le mal; tout ça m’est bien égal!

No, nothing of nothing
No, I don’t regret anything
Neither the good things people have done to me
Nor the bad things, it’s all the same to me.

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Car ma vie, car mes joies
Aujourd’hui, ça commence avec toi!

No, nothing of nothing
No, I don’t regret anything
Because my life, because my joys
Today that starts with you!

[vetran]

Yes but no acknowledgment of the hurt he had caused. It has none of the class associated with the sublime Edith Piaf's song on the same theme.

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu’on m’a fait
Ni le mal; tout ça m’est bien égal!

No, nothing of nothing
No, I don’t regret anything
Neither the good things people have done to me
Nor the bad things, it’s all the same to me.

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
C’est payé, balayé, oublié
Je me fous du passé!

No, nothing of nothing
No! I don’t regret anything
It’s paid for, swept away, forgotten,
I don’t care about the past!

Avec mes souvenirs
J’ai allumé le feu
Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs
Je n’ai plus besoin d’eux!

With my memories
I lit up the fire
My troubles, my pleasures
I don’t need them anymore!

Balayés les amours
Et tous leurs trémolos
Balayés pour toujours
Je repars à zéro

The lovers are all swept away
And all of their drama
Swept away forever
I start again from zero

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu’on m’a fait
Ni le mal; tout ça m’est bien égal!

No, nothing of nothing
No, I don’t regret anything
Neither the good things people have done to me
Nor the bad things, it’s all the same to me.

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Car ma vie, car mes joies
Aujourd’hui, ça commence avec toi!

No, nothing of nothing
No, I don’t regret anything
Because my life, because my joys
Today that starts with you!

To be fair that is another favourite of mine.

Sinatra had a life with a bottle, gambling, the mob and a wandering eye. Apologies weren't really his thing.

Piaf had a life most would consider tragic.

[NotAllThere]

That made me

Did us too!

[d000hg]

Sinatra had a life with a bottle, gambling, the mob and a wandering eye. Apologies weren't really his thing.

Like I said, having it at your funeral is basically "I did what I wanted, screw you".

[vetran]

Like I said, having it at your funeral is basically "I did what I wanted, screw you".

I can see how you get to that opinion.

[d000hg]

I can see how you get to that opinion.

I can't take credit for it, someone else expressed it much better and it always stuck with me.