Thanks be to the Patron St. of Appropriateness (I'm pretty sure her name is Molly)...

I received some phone calls today from friends and family about the possibility of Goodbye Earl being played at the funeral. I'm not going to lie, I was worried. I had a worse case scenario that involved my running up and knocking the cd player over just as the song began to play (I was going to say I was overcome by the moment).

I spoke with my mother tonight and I am happy and relieved to report that song will not be played at the funeral (she wanted the lyrics for fun). But there will be karaoke. Karaoke. At. A. Funeral. Apparently the words to song will be playing on a big screen as she sings (I am guessing she will, at some point. make it a sing along). I feel like this is another instance in which God answered my prayer (please don't let her sing Goodbye Earl) by giving me a new "opportunity" to blog about. The background will be a picture of my grandfather with the grand kids, and we are all surrounded by photoshopped angels. Still creeps me out.

If today did nothing else it made me think of songs less appropriate for the funeral. As my imaginary funeral play list went through my head I realized it could be worse, and I was grateful that my mom didn't love heavy metal or gangsta rap.