I'm still sitting around--it's about 9:45 a.m. central time, 8:45 a.m. mountain time--because I'm getting conflicting instructions from different people about the motor vehicle, which is 40 miles away, and trying to iron out those contradictory instructions so that something works.
It's supposed to be a "good" week, weatherwise, here in Nebraska. There might even be couple of days where Nebraska is warmer than Lost Angeles, for example.
As for "memorial music," my instructions, consistent with my religious belief that the body is dust, the soul is Eternal, are that I'm supposed to be disposed of no better than the poorest person in the county, such as an unidentified vagrant, is disposed of. I have no idea what that is.
I had a high-school guidance counselor who had a reputation for being "anti-religious," and when he died a couple of years ago, there was no service. He wasn't anti-religious, though.
This guidance counselor, as a green 18-year-old in the U.S. Army in 1945, had been one of the first--probably one of the first five or six people specifically--to come upon a concentration camp in southern Germany.
It was a shock. And no one had any idea it was there, or what it was.
Anyway, it marked him so much he finally decided that people much better than he had been "disposed of" with no marking of their passing, and so what right did he have to get any special treatment?
As for music if a memorial service were held, the same thing I did for the siblings; "The trumpet shall sound" aria from Handel's Messiah, with ear-shattering fanfares of trumpets cracking the stained glass of the windows.