Pink Floyd

It is said that hearing is the last sense to leave the body at death. And that people who have just died can no longer, see, smell, touch or taste but they can still hear for quite some time after pronounced dead. Of course no one has proven this but this is now perceived to be a scientific truth. So, my morbid self often plays this game........I imagine myself dying and think....what would I want to hear? What would you want to hear? I think I would want to hear Pink Floyd. After all these years, their older music still sounds "not of this world". Please, please play something positive, not Ave Maria, not even salsa which I love, after my death. Play something lighthearted. What worries me is that the sounds will be irritating and I won't be able to say, "Change the music!" It is truely amazing that in a day filled with so much to do and a world so full, I spend time thinking about crap like this.......In fact, Eli is right by my side hiding from lightning and shaking at the thunder. She wants me to end this blog and tend to her fear. I would say that would be a better use of my time than fantasizing about death, don't you?