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November 5th, 2026 \u00b7 1:30am GMT <\/p>\n
A life is made up of thousands upon thousands of songs: the first song you remember your parents singing to you, the single from the first album<\/a> you ever bought yourself, the song you danced to with your crush or your best friend on a night when anything felt possible, the song you return to when you need everything else to fade out.<\/p>\n In the musical tapestry of your life, there\u2019s one final song that will define you, one you\u2019ll never get to hear: the song playing at your funeral. You could go with a classic, like Eva Cassidy\u2019s \u2018Over the Rainbow\u2019, simultaneously gesturing backwards to the magic of a life fulfilled and forwards to an unknown future of lush gardens and vibrant colours, or \u2018My Way\u2019 by Frank Sinatra<\/a>, a drum roll of a song to bow out in style.<\/p>\n Perhaps even \u2018We\u2019ll Meet Again\u2019 by Vera Lynn, the selfless choice, the equivalent of pulling the entire room of snotty-nosed mourners into one last huge embrace, rewriting the day as a parenthesis, not a full stop. Chances are the song mightn\u2019t be heard anyway over the thick sludge of blubbering and weeping.<\/p>\n For Australian singer-songwriter Courtney Barnett, it\u2019s none of these tunes. On the morbid day of her demise, she\u2019d like something classic and timeless to paint her life as one both ordinary and, in its far reach, extraordinary. I\u2019m talking about The Beatles\u2019 \u2018Here Comes the Sun\u2019, taken from their 11th studio album, 1969\u2019s Abbey Road.<\/p>\n Barnett told NME<\/a>, \u201cIt\u2019s so peaceful. I don\u2019t really know what the lyrics are about, but it\u2019s just so gentle. I want it played at my funeral, to make people feel sad.\u201d<\/p>\n She\u2019s hit the nail on the head here, as \u2018Here Comes the Sun\u2019 is a song defined by lush overtures<\/a> and a happy-go-lucky skip, which does little to hide the reflective and poignant melancholy beating at the heart of the track. It was written and sung by George Harrison, who had come out into the limelight (the sun, perhaps?) for one of his most famous compositions.<\/p>\n It\u2019s the perfect choice for a funeral song, not least because it contains several time signature changes, reflecting Harrison\u2019s continued adoration of Indian classical music as one of his key influences. Fittingly for a farewell, the song refuses to keep strict time.<\/p>\n Further reading: From The Vault<\/p>\n
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