I love it so much, that I want it to be played at my funeral. That's really an awful thought. I don't want it to be played at my wedding, because it's too beautiful. And so sad, so sad. I want everybody to sing this when they remember me. Not cry oh, she's dead, how sad. But oh my god, it's the most beautiful song ever! She's the song! I'm crying and smiling at the same time! She's dead but she's this song! And that syncope at the end, of course;)

A sad story from Scotland. We were waiting a bus home one night when there came a guy with a kilt. One girl asked, so the story goes, what did he have under his kilt. He showed. Unfortunately I had passed out on a bench (or was it the ground?...). The lesson of this story......... if you lie on the ground, keep your eyes open?....
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