Originally Posted by
wilson
Every time--every time--that I rise in the seventh to sing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame," I look to the person beside me and mention that I want that song played at my funeral. Lots of people think I'm joking, but I'm not at all. Baseball has been very special to me from the time I was a six year-old Little Leaguer, and over the years, I have shared it with dozens of people very dear to me (and I surely hope that I will continue to). I love that song, and I hope that after I kick the bucket (hopefully in many years), a bunch of the people closest to me will talk about how I mentioned it to them, realize that in fact I wasn't joking, and sing it at my funeral. It will sound glorious with a church organ, and I hope everyone there will smile, maybe even chuckle at such a non-funerial song and recognize how appropriate it is to the sort of person that I am.
Then, I fully expect that somebody will get the whole congregation whipped up into a rousing tomahawk chop (well ok, maybe that last part is a bit much).