Years ago before saint Jack Layton died I remember reading about his father’s death and the family crowded around him singing. Death with musical accompaniment, I thought that was honourable. Maybe a similar example, George Harrison died chanting om with his wife and son. Personally disinclined to think music I enjoy, played in the background would do anything more than compel strong desires to stay. Who needs denial if the end is immanent.
Note to self: The Club At The End Of The Street or Philadelphia Freedom.