I’m working on my funeral playlist.

So far I have:

  • Fire and Rain, James Taylor
  • Morning Has Broken, Cat Stevens
  • Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay, Otis Redding
  • Time in a Bottle, Jim Croce
  • God Only Knows, Beach Boys
  • Bridge Over Troubled Water, Simon and Garfunkel

I’m looking for a mix of misery and gumption. I think it’s good for people to feel miserable at a funeral so then they can brighten up in the parking lot and maybe go get a burger and a beer.

It would be best if there was a record player on a table, maybe next to the donuts I talked about in a previous post, and someone was given the job of dropping the needle in the right groove.

But looking at the list, it strikes me that it’s all male. This is mortifying and won’t do. It will give license to the folks who thought I liked men overmuch, that I was a feminist poseur.

So I am thinking about Joan Baez and Cass Elliott and Bonnie Raitt and Aretha Franklin but except for Joan Baez and There but for Fortune which has kind of been a secret anthem of mine for fifty years, their songs are about men leaving which seems inopportune for a funeral where it would be me, in fact, leaving.

So I clearly need to do more thinking. It’s important that I leave directions for folks. Otherwise, they’re apt to play Vivaldi. You know how people are.

They would think that’s what I would have wanted.