Toronto Mike'd: The Official Toronto Mike Podcast - Your Funeral Jams: Toronto Mike'd Podcast Episode 1546

Episode Date: September 4, 2024

In this 1546th episode of Toronto Mike'd, FOTMs kick out their funeral or celebration of life jams. Toronto Mike'd is proudly brought to you by Great Lakes Brewery, Palma Pasta, Ridley Funeral Home, The Advantaged Investor podcast from Raymond James Canada, and RecycleMyElectronics.ca. If you would like to support the show, we do have partner opportunities available. Please email Toronto Mike at [e-mail]

You're going to die. Eventually, I mean, we all are. I put out a call for your funeral or celebration of life jams, and here's what you'd like played at yours. Appropriately enough, we begin with Brad Jones from Ridley Funeral Home. Brad knows a thing or two about funerals. Hey, it's Brad Jones from Ridley Funeral Home and Life's Undertaking. And you know, I'm just going to give you my favorite funeral song, which would be from Monty Python and it's The Brighter Side of Life.

It's the best funeral song and it's going to be played at my funeral in another 30 years, hopefully. Hopefully not before that. But you know if you really want to dive deep into funeral songs with a funeral expert you can listen to Life's Undertakings and there's three episodes about the most popular funeral songs. You know we recorded those back in March and April of this year so give it a listen and enjoy the rest of Mike's show. a whistle and this'll help things turn out for the best. Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy y've life seems jolly rotten there there's something you've forgotten,

And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing. When you're feeling in the dumps, don't be silly chumps, Just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing. Hey! Always look on the bright side of life Always look on the bright side of life For life is quite absurd and death's the final word You must always face the curtain with a vow

Forget about your sin, give the audience a grin Enjoy it, it's your last chance at it all Some will always look on the bright side of death Just before you draw your terminal breath Just before you draw your terminal breath Life's a piece of shit when you look at it Life's a laugh, and death's a joke, it's true You'll see it's all a show, keep on laughing as you go Just remember that the last laugh is on you And always look on the bright side of life

Always look on the bright side of life Come on Brian, cheer up! Always look on the bright side of life Always look on the bright side of life Well there's things that we see, you know Always look on the bright side of life What you gotta lose, you know, you come from nothing, you're going back to nothing What you lost? Nothing!

Nothing will come from nothing, you know what I say? Cheer up you old bugger! Come on, give us a grin. There you are. See? It's the end of the film. Incidentally this record's available in the foyer. Someone's gotta live as well, you know. Alright, that's a lot.

Let's get this place locked down. He changed his mind in three weeks. Big place for this bub. He never made the money back, you know? I told him. I said to him, birding I said, they'll never make that money back. I told him. I said to him. Burning, I said. I'll never make that money, right? Hi Mike, it's Paula here.

Perhaps I'm obsessed with death, but I've had my song chosen for several years now. And hopefully I'm not close to death. But one never knows, and one must be prepared. The song that I chose years ago is Sitting on the Dock of the Bay by Otis Redding. It seems like a good thing to do when you're dead. Just relax and listen to those waves. The ships roll in, and then I watch them roll away again, yeah I'm sitting on the dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away Ooh, I'm just sitting on the dock of the bay, wasting time Wasting time

I left my home in Georgia Heading for the Frisco Bay Cause I've had nothing to live for It look like nothing's gonna come my way So I'm just gonna sit on a dock of a bay Watching the tide roll away I'm sitting on a dock of a bay Wasting time

Look like nothing's gonna change Everything still remains the same I can't do what ten people tell me to do So I guess I'll remain the same, yes Sitting here, resting my bones And this loneliness won't leave me alone Listen, two thousand miles I roam Just to make this dark my home Now I'm just gonna sit at the dark of the bay Watching the tide roll away Ooh, sitting on the dock of a bay Wasting time Hey Toronto, Mike FOTM Garnet Barnes-Dill here. My funeral gem would absolutely have to be the Buffalo Bills shout song.

I am a die-hard Bills fan, way more than any other sports team in existence at this point. You know, a lot of my life has been spent going to and from Bills games, both at home and away and just spending time consuming content about the team. I just love everything about the Bills except for the fact that they haven't won a Super Bowl. So hopefully by that time they'll have won one by the time I'm being put in the ground and we can play this song and celebrate. And the other thing is I've told my family they need to bury me in my Josh Allen jersey or I'm gonna come back to hunt them. The bills make me wanna shout! Kick your heels up and shout!

Throw your hands up and shout! Throw your head back and shout! Come on now, the bills are making it happen now. Stand up now, come on and shout! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Say you will! Shout it right now, baby! Say you will!

Come on, come on! Say you will! Come on and shout baby Say you will Come on, come on Say you will Come on and shout Say you will Yeah, yeah Jump! Buffalo's happening now Jump! We're on the moon now

Jump! The pills are happening now Jump! They're making it happen now Jump! We've got the spirit Jump! A lot of spirit, yeah

Jump! We've got the spirit Jump! Just watch it happen now Hey, hey, hey Get in now. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Hi, my name is Colleen Aruta and when I die I want them to play a song called Going Home by Corey Hart because it goes a little bit like this it says they can never take what's in your soul and they can never break what keeps you whole when the rain comes down something like that and I want the people to know that

Cory Hart he inspired my book called You Matter Change the Face of Mental Illness I wrote it I dedicated it to Cory and uh yeah everyone knows that and when I die and I'm going home I'll be grateful to thank Cory for his life on earth. Peace! Yeah, yeah, yeah And they may criticize the way you are And they patronize the dreams you keep so far aside I will go to where I feel the light I'm going home I'm going home now

I'm going home I cry I'm going home now Can you count the days that have left you dry? You found the way, so ask yourself why you carry on And you can justify all you do But when you look around and find you're alone Tell me, where can you turn to? I will go to where I feel the light I'm going home, I'm going home now Yeah, I said I'm going home, I cried

I'm going home now, home now For the memories will keep me strong Cause you can never forget who well you still belong For the times I lost when I look around I know I'll always be heading northward bound, yeah I'm going home I see I'm going home now, oh no

Here we go Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na I'm going home, going home I'm going home, oh no I can never take what's in my soul Crime can never break what keeps you whole Oh no, I want to go home Hello Toronto Mike, Brian from Western New York. When my story is over, the song will be heard. The Sundays. Here's where the story ends. The places I go make me feel time-tired I can see how people look down where I'm not inside

Here's where the story ends And the story ends People are saying, weary of me Sharing my good side I can see how people look down I'm on the outside Here, where the story ends I hate when the story ends It's that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes my eyes feel sore

Oh, I never said it's sad, the notes that you read are all I love you for It's that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes me wonder why The list of memories is shined, that make me turn red So far, so far, so far Lazy I know, places I go, make me feel so tired I can see how, people look down, I'm on the outside It's where the story ends Where the story ends

Oh, here's Where the story ends It's that little souvenir Of a terrible year Which makes my eyes feel sore And whoever would've thought You'd know she was All I ever thought Oh, the devil in me sat

Go down to the shed I knew we were all living long But the only thing I ever really wanted to say was wrong, was wrong, was wrong It's that little souvenir of a colorful year Which makes me smile inside So I cynically, cynically say A cynical insight The world is that way Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise Here's where the story ends The story ends

In two years You let the story end Yo, T.M.Dot It's Pete It was nice to meet you this past Sunday At Christie Pitts Even though the Leafs lost, but they did win last night against the Berry Bay Cats. It was a good game. This is my funeral jam I'd like to have played at my celebration of life.

Not only does it work as a funeral jam, it's also the perfect song to crack a cold GLB and enjoy the lake whether you're up north at the cottage or enjoying one of the many spots here along Lake Ontario in the city. This is just one of my favorite songs in general. Enjoy! The End I'm not gonna lie, I'm not gonna lie I'm not gonna lie, I'm not gonna lie I'm not gonna lie I'm not gonna lie I'm not gonna lie I'm not gonna lie

I'm not gonna lie I'm not gonna lie I'm not gonna lie I'm not gonna lie The End I'm not gonna lie, I'm not gonna lie I'm not gonna lie, I'm not gonna lie I'm not gonna lie, I'm not gonna lie I'm not gonna lie, I'm not gonna lie I'm not gonna lie, I'm not alone I'm not alone I'm not alone

I'm sorry. It's been such a long time I think I should be going, yeah Yeah, the time doesn't wait for me It keeps on rolling So long, on a distant highway Yeah, I've got to keep on chasing a dream I've gotta be your power Please tell me something I can say Well I'm taking my time I'm just moving on

You'll forget about me after I've been gone And I'll take what I find I don't want no more It's just outside of your front door Oh yeah It's been such a long time It's been such a long time It's been such a long time Well, I get so lonely

When I am without you But in my mind, deep in my mind, I can't forget about you Good times, it places everybody Some places that remind me, yeah I'm trying to forget your name And leave it all behind me You're coming back to find me Well, I'm taking my time, I'm just moving on Don't forget about me after I've been gone And I take what I find I don't mind no more, it's just outside of your front door Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah It's been such a long time

It's been such a long time I'm gonna be a man, I'm gonna be a man Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, It's been such a long time I think I should be going, yeah But time doesn't wait for me The gates are rolling It keeps on burning There's a long road I've got to stay in time with me I've got to keep on chasing that dream Though I may never find it I'm always just standing here Well I'm taking my time I'm just moving on

Taking my time I'm just moving on Taking my time I'm just taking my time Taking my time Hello, Tronco Mike. One year ago in September, singer-songwriter Jimmy Buffett sailed on from this planet. His final album included a song, Bubbles Up, that really sounds to me like his farewell message. And it is inspiring, it's eloquent and I would

choose it to play at my memorial so I'll let the song speak for itself. The song is Bubbles Up by Jimmy Buffett. We're just treading water each day There's a way to feel better Be well set to weather The storms till the sun shines again When your compass is spinning And you're lost on the way Like a leaf in the wind friend hear me when I say

bubbles up they will point you towards home, the plot and the purpose So when the journey gets long Just know that you are loved There is light up above And the joy is always enough, bubbles up To my friends who are jealous when melancholy knocks, sometimes they let her in To sit and share stories of flops and of glories It ain't half as bad as the bins

Sometimes living's a struggle, multiply, double But they love it too much for the party to end Bubbles up, they will point you towards home. No matter how deep or how far you roam, they will show you the surface, the plot and the purpose. So when the journey gets long, just know that you are loved There's light up above And joy, there's always enough Bubbles up Let's pop a cork

To the rough and the wright To the bright blazing days and the sweet starry nights The bubbles up, they will point us towards home No matter how deep or how far we roam They will show you the surface, the flood and the purpose So when the journey gets long Just know that you are loved, you are loved There is light up above And joy, there's always enough Bubbles up

Bubbles up Hi TMU, this is JJ. This is my submission for which song do you want played at your funeral. I actually have a few pieces of my funeral already planned out. And music, since I love music, is a big part of it. And I had a tough time choosing, but I'm going with one of my all-time favorite funeral picks for me which is Night Shift by the Commodores and I guess I won't be there but I'd also like them to play the video at the same time because it's hilariously eaters but I just always I love the lyrics and the idea that it presents and I just thought it even

though historically now the the people they're singing about you know then they weren't in my generation but I just I really love the song so yeah my submission is the Mother, he was a friend of mine And we could sing a song His heart in every line He opened up our minds And I still can hear him say So you can see what's going on Say you will sing your song forevermore Gonna be some sweet time, some hunger On the night shift I bet you're singing cry

Oh, I bet you're full of cry Gonna be a long night, it's gonna be alright On the night shift You found another home I know you're not alone On the night shift You found another home I know you're not alone

On the night shift Jackie, Jackie, hey what you doing now? When we were working out Jackie, whoa You set the world on fire You came and gifted us Your love had lifted us Higher and higher Keep it up and we'll be there at your side Say you will sing your song forevermore, evermore, evermore

Gonna be some sweet sounds coming down on the night ship I bet you'd sing it right, ooh I bet you would cry Gonna be a long night on your ride on the night ship You found another home, I know you're not alone on the night ship Gonna be some sweet time coming down on the night ship I bet you're singing proud, I bet you're full of pride Gonna be a long night, gonna be alright On the night shift On the night shift You found another home I know you're not alone

On the night shift On this your sweet home That's so full of noise On the night shift On the night shift The night shift I'll remember you Ooh, your songs are coming through At the end of a long day

It's gonna be okay On the night shift The night shift You found another world I know you're not alone Hey Mike, it's Mike from Subway Calling. I want to add my song to the kick of the jam for the funeral or celebration of life. Long time occasional listener, first time caller. The one I would add would be one from my Spotify list that I've asked my kids to play during the gathering. It's got all my favorite tunes in it plus a few oddballs just to

generate discussion. The one I think would be the weirdest would be circular impression by the extras. Thanks Mike. One of the little, whatchamacallits I'm saving it for that special day When the right girl comes my way It leaves a circular impression From all those years of compression I've had it since I turned thirteen I got an inovate machine I can't wait to install it No, I can't wait It's in a little tinfoil packet Sometimes I'm tempted to unwrap it

It's got a reinforced border I hope it's still in working order Be prepared, they said in Boy Scouts I'm waiting for a chance to try it out I want to try this contraceptive But all the girls are unreceptive Cirque, Cirque, Circular Impression Leading to a state of depression

In my Walla Walla Walla Walla Wallet I can't wait to install it No, I can't wait I've got a French safe in my pocket It'll be the nose cone on my rocket It comes direct from Paris, France Can't wait to take it from my pants. Cirque, Cirque, Circular Impression. Leading to the state of depression. In my wallow, wallow, wallow, wallow wallet. I can't wait to install it. No, I can't wait. F-O-T-. Rob Del Mundo here. What song would I want played at my funeral? You know what, I'll go with Lightning Crashes by Live.

That signature song off the Throwing Copper album, 94 I think it was. Just such an incredible song with the theme of the circle of life. A new mother cries, an old mother dies, off really low-key then builds to this amazing crescendo gotta be in my top five songs from the 90s for sure oh and it's really easier to play on guitar any amateur aspiring guitarists if you know basic chords E B and F sharp play that over and, you now know the song Lightning Crashes. You're welcome. hopeless center falls to the floor the angel opens her eyes the confusion sets in

before the dark looking of men closed the door lightning crash and old mother dies Her intentions fall to the floor The angel closes her eyes The confusion that I'm seeing Belongs now Take the baby down the hall Open up feeling Coming back again Like a rolling thunder

Chasing the wind, forces pulling from The center of the Earth I get, I can feel it The name crashes, oh mother Christ This moment she's been waiting for The angel opens her eyes Pale blue colored eyes I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it

I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it girl All right I can feel it coming back again Like a ruling thunder chasing away Two forces pouring from center to the other again I can feel it

I can feel it coming back again Like a rule Love and better chasing the wind Or spooling from the center of the earth again I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it Coming back again Coming back again

Like a rebel to a redundant Chasing the weak The forces pulling from The center of the dark I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it. I can feel it.

I can feel it. Hi Mike, it's Leslie Billion here. I first have to say that this was probably the most difficult topic to submit a song for. Maybe it's my age and knowing that my friends, family, and I are all in the last few decades of our lives, or that we know people who are currently battling life-threatening illnesses. So it kind of hits close to home.

So having to consider my own funeral was a very emotional task. I wasn't sure if I could get through this without crying. To this day, I still get teary when I hear Ave Maria, which our neighbor sang at my dad's funeral almost 47 years ago. OK, enough of the heavy stuff for now. This topic makes me think of one of my favorite movies, Love Actually, where Liam Neeson's wife chose Bye Bye Baby by the Bay City Rollers.

It's her funeral song, which caused a few smiles, a bit of laughter actually, where Liam Neeson's wife chose Bye Bye Baby by the Bay City Rollers as her funeral song, which caused a few smiles, a bit of laughter, and a few like curious confused faces. But that made me think like do I want to pick a song that will make the attendees smile, laugh, cry? Do I want to provide comfort, something for them to remember me by? It's like also like such a heavy heavy choice to make Anyway, so with all of that said I decided to choose a song by an artist that most people in my life will know Was one of my favorites and who sang a song of hope when things go wrong So with that I give give you Never Surrender by Corey Hart. You're lost and all

Just a little uncertainty can bring it down Nobody wants to know you now Nobody wants to show you how So if you're lost and on your own You can never surrender And if your path won't lead you home You can never surrender And when the night is cold and dark You can see, you can get things done The shadowblind adherence that has conquered some

And nobody wants to know you now And nobody wants to show you how soft your love's been torn You're all you can ever surrender And if your path won't lead you home You can never surrender And when the night is cold and dark You can see, you can see light Cause no one can take away Your right to fight and To never surrender

To never surrender To never surrender And when the night is cold and dark You can see, you can't see, you can't see light And no one can take away your right to fight To never surrender, to never surrender Your dying soul will rest're asking for So never surrender You can never surrender The time is all you're asking for Who's found your ground Never surrender I said you never surrender Hi Mike, the song I want played at my celebration of life is When I Go Away by Levon Helm.

I love the upbeat tone of the song with lines like I don't want no crying only tears of joy and I'm gonna see my mother, gonna see my father. And the sun's gonna shine through the shadows when I go away. It's just generally a great song with a catchy, uplifting vibe. And I love the background gospel style chorus. Also love your podcast. Cheers. When the church bells toll The choir's gonna sing and the hearse will roll Down to the graveyard where it's cold and gray

And then the sun's gonna shine through the shadows when I go away Don't want no sorrow for this old orphan boy I don't want no crying, only tears of joy I'm gonna see my father I'm gonna see my father And I'll be bound for glory in the morning When I go away I'll be lifted up through the clouds On the wings of an angel

There's only fishing bones in the ground where my troubles will stay See that storm over yonder, it's gonna rain all day But then the sun's gonna shine through the shadows when I go away I'm going home, no more trouble I'm going home, no more crying I'm going home, no more trying I'm going home to leave my worries in the graveyard I'm going home, no more troubles

I'm going home, no more crying I'm going home, no more trials I'm going home to leave my worries in the graveyard Home to leave my worries in the graveyard Home to leave my troubles in the graveyard Home to leave my trials And I'll be down for glory in the morning When I go away All my kin who love me All my kin who love me, all my friends who care Look beyond the dark clouds, we're gonna meet up there

When they lay me in the cold ground bow your heads and pray And I'll be bound with glory in the morning when I go away And then the sun's gonna shine through the shadows when I go away I'm going home, no more trouble, no more crying No more trial, I'm going home to leave my worries I'm going home, no more crying, no more triumph Home to leave my worries in the graveyard, home to leave my troubles in the graveyard, home to leave my trials And I'll be bound for glory in the morning when I go away And the sun's gonna shine through the shadows when I go away

When I go away When I go away When I go away When I go away When I go away When I go away When I go away When I go away Hey, John and Mike and fellow FOTM, Byways Ecord here. Seems a little early in life to be thinking of funeral jams,

but one never knows, and that's part of the inspiration behind my choice of One Day in Your Life by 5440. I've certainly tried to live every day of my life to its fullest and making the most of it because one never knows when it's your last. Here's 5440 and One Day in your life shouldn't be a problem One day in your life should cause you pain Because it's one day that you might never be around here And I'll never ever see you again One day in your life you don't have to worry One day in your life you don't have to cry

Because it's one day that you might never be around here And I'll never ever see you alive One day One day I'm here One day in your life you feel something in you One day in your life your heart will free of your fear Because it's one day that you might never be around here And I'll never ever see you alive

One day One day Go back, there's nothing that can help about that. Go back, the only one talking talks back. Goes back inside, inside, inside. Oh I'm late, I'm late I'm late, I'm late Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Toronto Mike, it's Andrew Ward here. My best funeral jam is one that allows for a moment of reflection after you hear it. When Gabriel Fore wrote his Requiem, he said that it was dominated from beginning to end

by a very human feeling of faith in eternal rest. Here is the Requiem's fourth movement, the Pia Jesu, which in a word, is sublime. Enjoy. the Lord. Thanks be to God. I'm going to be a good boy. I'm going to be a good boy. I'm going to be a good boy. I'm going to be a good boy. I'm going to be a good boy. I'm going to be a good boy. I'm going to be a good boy. I'm going to be a good boy.

I'm going to be a good boy. I'm going to be a good boy. I'm going to be a good boy. I'm going to be a good boy. I'm going to be a good boy. I'm going to be a good boy. No no You are not the Lord, in E qu'im'e, serpiterna equim. Equipment of the Spirit. Jesus, Lord, have mercy on me. I'm Make me feel Hello Toronto Miked, it's your second favorite handsome bearded man Beats. Yep, I'm back. I'm here to let you know the song I would want played at my celebration of life and it's from my all time favorite band in the whole world. It's ACDC, Highway to Hell.

["Highway to Hell"] Season take a long way right Asking nothing, leave me be Take your everyday in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I'd rather do Going down, party time My friends are gonna be there too I'm on the highway to hell

On the highway to hell Highway to hell On the highway to hell I'm a highway to hell No stop signs, speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me around Hey station

Hey my Jews Hey I'm at a rocking band Hey mama Look at me I'm on my way to the promised land I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell

Highway to hell Don't stop me I'm going highway to hell On the highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to hell On the highway to hell On the highway to hell I'm going down, down the way I'm going down, down the way

I'm going down, down the way I'm going down, down the way And I'm going down The song I want played at my funeral is Outro by M83. Over a highway ahead The song I want played at my funeral is Outro by M83. The minimal lyrics reflect the ideal of how I would have liked to have lived and how I hope to leave. I am in control of how I deal with my own tempest of dust, how one can face their fears, dance with them, become their king. The song is mostly instrumental, though, and what isn't said with words is what leaves the biggest impression. The slow enigmatic build, the soaring crescendo that sends chills down my spine, and then the quiet, delicate

exit. In the end, it's over far too soon. And of course the title is perfectly apt, so there's that too. I'm the king of my own world I'm the king of my homeland The facing tempest and dust I'll find it till the end Creatures of my dreams raise up and dance with me Now and forever I will care So I'm gonna be the one to make you feel better I'm gonna be the one to make you feel better I'm gonna be the one to make you feel better I'm gonna be the one to make you feel better I'm gonna be there Hey Mike, my name is Sean Martins and I'm just responding to your short cast on August

6th, Saturday Morning Die, talking about what our third funeral jam would be. And I don't know if you can hear what I have in the background. It would be Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd. And that just goes back to an old friend of mine's father who passed away pretty young and he introduced me to Pink Floyd and even his funeral song was comfortably numb as they lowered the casket. And just going back to their lyrics and the message they were putting across, I can just remember him playing this music for me. So I'd like to be remembered in a positive way as well. And just thinking, wish you were here, I think of my father who's passed as well and anyone else that had a special bond with or just these memories. So really, Wishing You Were Here literally states what I'd like

people to think of and remember me by. So thanks Mike. So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to train? You're heroes for ghosts Heartaches for trees Hot airs and a cool breeze Cold comfort for change Did you exchange A walk on part in the walk

For a lego in a cage? I'm gonna be a man, I'm gonna be a man I'm gonna be a man, I'm gonna be a man I'm gonna be a man, I'm gonna be a man How I wish, how I wish you were here We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl Fish phone year after year Running over the same old ground And have we found the same old fears Wish you were here So Do I'm gonna be a star, I'm gonna be a star I'm gonna be a star, I'm gonna be a star

I'm gonna be a star, I'm gonna be a star I'm gonna be a star, I'm gonna be a star I'm gonna be a star, I'm gonna be a star Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Ricky A here, The Elevator Man. And for my song, it's a song that was produced by Alan Parsons and it did not chart in Canada as far as I know. When I think about this song, Mel's Rock Pile from SCTV comes to mind when they did MacArthur Park because the song goes from slow to fast, slow to fast, so it makes me laugh. And the lead singer in this song, if you ever watch the video, he transitions from piano to guitar and back to piano.

It's pretty impressive. And when I think back about music in my life and the passion that people have with music, I think about concerts I've been to, I think about albums I've bought, there's so many good memories I have attributed to, I think about albums I've bought. There's so many good memories I have attributed to music. So for my funeral song, it was a no brainer, it's John Mills and music. And it will be my last Music of the future And music of the past To live without my music

Would be impossible to do In this world of troubles my music brings me through I'm gonna be a star, I'm gonna be a star I'm gonna be a star, I'm gonna be a star I'm gonna be a star, I'm gonna be a star I'm gonna be a star, I'm gonna be a star I'm gonna be a star, I'm gonna little bit of a I'm a little bit of a I'm a little bit of a I'm a little bit of a

I'm a little bit of a I'm a little bit of a I'm a little bit of a I'm a little bit of a I'm a little bit of a I'm a little bit of a I'm a little bit of a I'm a little bit of a

I'm a little bit of a I'm a little bit of a The Music was my first love and it will be my last Music of the future, the music of the past The music of the past The music of the past I'm sorry. The End The I'm going to try to get a little bit of a better angle. The Music was my first love And it will be my last Music of the future Music of the past Deliver the fair music My music will be a fast world to move As all this world and troubles

My music pulls me through Mike, I've given this a lot of thought, a lot of serious thought. When my time comes, and I'm being lowered into the ground, there's only one song that should be played on my behalf. And that song is, Lick It Up by Kiss. Thank you, Mike. Don't wanna wait till you know it better Let's just be good for the time together Stop such a dream anytime you taste it There ain't no reason or love to waste it Where you stand

There ain't no reason or hope to waste it It ain't a crime to be guilty of sin Lift it up, lift it up It's all alright now Lift it up, lift it up Right now! Lift it up! Lift it up! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, You gotta live like your own vacation There's something sweet you can't buy with money Kick it off, kick it off

It's all you need so believe me honey It ain't a crime to be good to yourself Kick it off, kick it off, oh It's over right now Kick it off, kick it off, oh Kick it off, kick it oh, oh, oh, oh Come on! Lift it up! Lift it up!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Come on! It's only right now It's only right now It's only right now Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, It's only right now Pick it up, pick it up Oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pick it up, pick it up Oh, oh, oh Come on, come on Pick it up, pick it up Oh, oh, oh Pick it up, pick it up, oh Pick it up, pick it up, oh Pick it up, pick it up midtown gorge here what a great idea for a k.o.t.j. songs you want played at your funeral hmm you can go different ways with this your favorite band lyrics that maybe matter to you

my favorite band is black sabbath children of the grave hand of doom no too dark and gloomy queens rike i'd love queens rike the lady wore black deliverance The Lady War Black, Deliverance, Take Hold of the Flame, Chasing Blue Sky, Ah, Lee Aaron, Lee Aaron in 2021 came out with an album called Radio On. If you gotta go, don't go alone. I wanna die with the Radio On. Bye bye so long, send me off for the song. I wanna die with the Radio On, cause when you're gone, the music goes on. That's it. Lee Aaron, Radio On. Because when you're gone, the gotta feed the fire inside of your soul Times on low and sad matters, we'll enjoy the ride cause one fine day we all gotta go

If you gotta go baby don't go alone, I wanna die with the radio on Bye bye so long, send me off with a song I wanna dive with the radio Dive with the radio on Don't know what we started, but man we got it started Now I'm sticking it out old school with you But when I'm headed home, all they like are rolling stone Cause baby, we're just all passing through You gotta dance, you gotta sing

You gotta find the joy inside everything Crank it up in the car Be exactly who you are Cause everyone's a rock and roll star If you gotta go baby don't go alone I wanna die with the radio on Bye bye so long send me off with a song I wanna die with the radio on

If you gotta go, baby, go on strong I wanna die with the radio on Cause when you're gone, gone, the music lives on I wanna die with the radio Die with the radio, die with the radio on All you and me were climbing to the top of that mountain Top of that mountain Take me up so high, high, high, high I wanna die with the radio, die with the radio on

You gotta dance, you gotta sing, you gotta find the joy inside everything Crank it up in the car, be exactly who you are, cause everyone's a rock and roll star. If you gotta go baby, don't go alone. I wanna die with the radio on. Bye bye so long, send me off with a song. I wanna die with the radio on If you gotta go, baby, go out strong I wanna die with the radio on Cause when you're gone, all the music lives on I wanna die with the radio, die with the radio on there. I like the Waking Ned Divine soundtrack version by Sean Davy and I would choose that or I am choosing that simply because it is gonna say everything

I need to say I think. So So So So I'm going to be a good boy. I spent it in good company And all the harm I had The money that Eire had I spent it in good company And all the harm I've ever done Alas, it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be to you all Music Fill to me the parting glass, and drink and help for there he falls. Then gently rise and softly fall, good night and joy be to you all. Of all the comrades that ere I had, they're sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that ere I had, they'd wish me one more day to stay Since it fell into my lot, that I should ride and you should not. I gently ride and you should not. I gently rise and softly fall, Good night and joy be to you all. So fill to me the parting glass, And drink our health, whatever befalls,

Then gently rise and softly howl, Good night and joy be to you all. Lord