When I was young, I bought my dad "My Way" for his birthday.
34 years later, the old boy had died and I was asked to pick a song to be played at the service at the crematorium, so I picked that for him. I didn't give any thought to the lyrics ...
So there was his coffin on the rollers, and I was hanging onto my mum's arm as she said goodbye to her husband of 61 years. I heard the first few notes, and Sinatra's voice rang out ...
"And now, the end is here. And so I face the final curtain ..."
Just as the coffin rolled forward and brushed the curtains in front of it aside -
gulp -
spooky!