Bredvid motorcyklar och resor var musik ett av pappas stora intressen. Han älskade sin Country & Western. Under åren har han flera gånger sagt att han vill att det spelas en viss låt på hans begravning - Please remember me från Tim McGraw. Mamma har också en låt som hon vill ska ingå i ceremonin - A picture of me without you från Lorrie Morgan. Jag har en musikönskan, I did it my way, eftersom den passar pappa på pricken, envis som han var. I did it my way ska sjungas live i country-stil, de andra kommer vi att spela från CD-skiva medan vi visar ett bildspel.

TIM McGRAW: Please remember me

When all our tears have reached the sea
Part of you will live in me
Way down deep inside my heart
The days keep coming without fail
A new wind is gonna find your sail
That’s where your journey starts

You’ll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me

Just like the waves down by the shore
We’re gonna keep on coming back for more
’cause we don’t ever wanna stop
Out in this brave new world you seek
Oh the valleys and the peaks
And I can see you on the top

You’ll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me

Remember me when you’re out walkin’
When the snow falls high outside your door
Late at night when you’re not sleepin’
And moonlight falls across your floor
When I can’t hurt you anymore

You’ll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me
Please remember me


LORRIE MORGAN: A picture of me without you

Imagine a world where no music was playing
Then think of a church with nobody praying
And if you've ever looked up at a sky with no blue
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Have you walked in a garden where nothing was growing
Or stood by a river when nothing was flowing
If you've seen a red rose never kissed by the dew
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture heaven with no angels singing
Or a quiet Sunday morning with no church bells ringing
If you've watched as the heart of a child breaks in two
Then you've seen a picture of me without you
Can you picture heaven...

Then you've seen a picture of me without you


FRANK SINATRA: I did it my way

And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets? I've had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.

For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.

Yes, it was my way.