In my dream last night, an older woman I know, was infirm in an old folks home, bedridden and I was seeing her for what we both knew would be her last 24 hours of life and I looked into her eyes and sang the World War Two song We’ll Meet Again. I have no idea why I did that because I do not believe we’ll meet again but she appreciated it, I could see it in her eyes, my mother was there too, she was sharing a room with the first woman. Since waking up I’m wondering if there is a song I’d like to hear before dying but all I can come up with is how many songs I wish not to hear while dying which probably means that that is what will happen. For instance, Mandy by Barry Manilow would really be a shitty song to die to, but then again as life itself is surreal, maybe then that’s the way to go out. Elton John, Bryan Adams or Barry crooning At The Copa, Copacabana – end scene.