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Do you remember watching ‘It’ll Be Alright On The Night’? A TV show showing all the times when people said the wrong thing, fluffed their lines or said something that they didn’t mean to that just came out funny. Well the church or funeral service is in no way exempt of the occasional faux pas, double entendre or down right ‘oops moments’. Here are some that I have witnessed or even said myself…
I recall an old school assembly that I delivered many many times over the years where I encouraged the children to realise that the tongue is a very, maybe the most powerful part of our body. Using a banana and once it was peeled getting a student to try to seal it up again, and then squeezing a tube of toothpaste out before trying to see if they could put the toothpaste back into the tube. I used these visual illustrations to point out that words once said cannot be unsaid and therefore, whatever we say ought to be thought through and carefully constructed before they pass our lips….
However well we might know this lesson to be true, still there are countless times when, whether in church or in the crematorium chapel, things get said that were not meant to sound the way they did.
If you are easily offended please stop reading this week’s blog about… NOW!
Many years ago when I was Youth Minister at Bushey Baptist Church we took a number of the teenage young people out one weekend, to serve in the local community expecting nothing in return. We went to tidy up peoples gardens, communal areas, pathways etc in West Watford. Skips were filled, rubbish was disposed of, and people’s lives were blessed. Some of these houses had alley ways that ran down the sides of some properties and along the rear of their gardens. Speaking to a full church the following morning, enthusing them of what the youth had done, I said that the youth had cleaned out many people’s ‘back passages’ and how appreciative the residents had been… I saw some of the congregation sniggering, I knew what I meant and was blissfully oblivious to the faux pas that I was making.
I have similar memories of the time when I was speaking in church retelling the story of when some of Jesus’ disciples were arguing amongst themselves as to who would be the greatest amongst them when in the kingdom of heaven. Explaining that the response that Jesus gave to his disciples was so incisive and clear, what I meant to say was that ‘the disciples jaws dropped’, instead what I actually said was that ‘the disciples drawers dropped’. The image of Jesus’ followers saying I’m greater than you, no, I’m greater than you and to prove it they dropped their drawers creates a wholly different interpretation and dynamic to this Bible account.
Now a faux pas in church on a Sunday, amongst your congregation can bring a funny and comedic moment within a service. Yet when the faux pas comes within a funeral service it can be that much sharper and if noted by the mourners you could expect someone to quietly whisper ‘awkward!’
I recall standing in the vestry at a crematorium as the service ahead of the one I was leading was taking place. Listening to the vicar deliver the eulogy for his church organist. Now maybe the problem here is me and my mind, but had I been paying tribute to the gentleman I hope that I would not have kept on saying how much he enjoyed to and how he was never happier than when playing with his organ. Schoolboy humour lives on well within me even though I am in my mid 40’s.
The longest tribute that I have ever listened to lasted 35 minutes from start to finish, most of those minutes excruciatingly painful. A man was speaking at his ex-wife’s funeral, an interesting dynamic in itself. He said to their emotional daughter sat on the front row that he recalled a beautiful dress that her mother owned and had worn when they had dated and asked if she still had it. The daughter nodded. He asked if he could have it. As she said yes I recall thinking that it is often jewellery that people keep or photographs or something but if he wanted her dress then I guess that if it reminds him of happy memories then that’s fine. Sadly for the congregation the eulogy didn’t stop there. He continued by saying that he wasn’t sure what that dress would look like on him, but he would like to give it a go. It was very soon after this line that I had to step in and ask him to cease his eulogy, still the only time I have ever had to step in and stop someone from speaking.
Thankfully the medical condition ‘Tourette’s’ is not all that common. So the number of times that I have had a principal mourner who struggled with the condition can be counted on just one hand, in fact just one finger to be accurate. Still, this one occasion is an experience that remains with me. The funeral had reached a point of quiet reflection where we all had an opportunity to be still and give thanks silently for the life of our friend and family member. When the silence was broken by the deceased’s partner shouting out ‘Tough Titties’ at the top of his voice the whole congregation almost jumped out of their seats with shock.
Then there was the occasion that I heard of very recently, where a vicar explained to the congregation that the deceased gentleman had been married three times and had outlived all of his wives, only to be somewhat abruptly put in his place by the grieving widow who was sat on the front row immediately in front of him. Big Oops!
So there is no real moral to this weeks blog, just a few stories of things that got said where maybe with a bit of thought, or a better word selection things might have passed off a little better.
Have a great week…. And if you know a funny double entendre I’d very much like you to give me one!
On this particular day the sky was full of grey clouds. Rain fell heavily as the mourners gathered, many of them openly displaying their emotions. As I stood outside the front door to the crematorium chapel a man who I hadn’t previously met edged up to the side of me, leant in and said quietly, ‘I’m only here for my inheritance!’ Somewhat taken aback by his comment and stalling for time I replied saying ‘I beg your pardon…’ He replied with the same words ‘I’m only here for my inheritance.’
3 years on from that encounter, his words remain with me as vividly as the day he spoke them. Why did he feel that he wanted to impart that information to me, was it some kind of act of confession to the ‘Priest’ prior to a religious ceremony???
What I remember feeling and this feeling continues today, is that if he felt that his inheritance was found solely in the death of this gentleman, a member of his family then he had sadly missed out on so very much and had failed to grasp truly what his inheritance was. For our inheritance is not simply within any money that we may benefit from following the death of a person but much more so in the person’s life. The times that we spent together, the experiences we shared, the memories that we treasure, the example that they have shown us, the wisdom that they have invested into our lives; it is these things that contribute to what is our inheritance not simply what they leave once they pass away.
Within the Christian calendar, much is focused on Christmas – (the birth of Jesus) and then Easter – (Jesus’ death and resurrection). For many people though, they fail to appreciate and celebrate the life that he led between these times and understand how much there is to inherit in the life of Jesus Christ.
I often reflect upon what it must have been like to have been one of Jesus’ disciples. To have been one of his circle of closest friends and followed him throughout his earthly ministry and witnessed first-hand all that he did and said during what was somewhere in the region of just 3 years. How incredible it would have been to have seen his miracles happen in front of me, feeding 5000, walking on water, blind people restored with sight, seen demons cast out of people and to have shared in his life and he in mine. I imagine getting back to wherever we would have spent the evening and over a meal laughing about the day… ‘Did you see his face when you said that to him Jesus’… ‘Wasn’t that amazing when that happened’… ‘Did you see the tears in the eyes of the crowd when they witnessed such an act of compassion and love’… ‘Those religious leaders tried to back you into a corner Jesus but what you said was fantastic, you smashed it Jesus – you knocked them right out of the park!’
Jesus invested into the lives of these men, some of whom went on to write their accounts of what they saw, what was said, what they experienced, did and felt. They passed on their experiences to us so that these good news stories are now recorded in the Bible, these are the gospel accounts of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Consequently, we get to inherit so much about Jesus and his life – not simply his birth, death and resurrection.
When Lord of the Rings was being released in the cinemas, there was this trailer that included the following words… ‘History became legend, legend became myth, much was lost, no one lived who could remember’…
How thankful I am that people who witnessed and lived those days with Jesus wrote their experiences down for us to share in that rich inheritance. Otherwise, might these historical experiences have diluted over the centuries to the point where they ended up being forgotten. Thankfully not – we would all do well to read them and read them often.
So, back to the chapel on that grey and wet morning. We honoured that gentleman for a life well lived, his service to our nation during the wartime years, the way he had selflessly cared for his spouse during her final season of life and mentioned much more beside. As for the man who had spoken to me prior to the service, I drove away from the service feeling sad for him. He had been in the company and presence of a wonderful man and yet he had failed to understand just how amazing and life changing he was, if only he had properly got to know him a much greater inheritance had been available to him.
So what about us? May I suggest three things for each of us to consider…
- Be Thankful – for the people within our families and friendship groups, for the input and investment they have placed into our lives. Get to know them and listen to the stories of their life.
- Be Intentional – that as we have been blessed, might we be a blessing to others with whom we share our lives. Choose to bless people each day.
- Give presents at Christmas and eat chocolate at Easter, but above that, get to know and understand who Jesus is – his life, his teachings, his example and how enjoy the inheritance that he offers to us..
Jesus said – ‘I have come that you may have life and live it to the full’ – John 10 v10…. I like the sound of that!
The sun shines over the crematorium and all of the mourners who have gathered for the funeral. Family members have carried the coffin into the chapel. The message to wear a particular colour of tie or item of clothing has been widely acknowledged by the large congregation. The eulogy was well received with the appropriate amount of tears and some laughter. The curtains were left open at the end of the service, allowing some of the mourners to place a rose on the coffin before leaving the chapel. Then, passing the minister at the door to shake hands and say ‘what a wonderful service’, everyone makes their way down onto the flower terrace. The ceremony has gone really well but before the tears have dried on people’s cheeks and they move on to the golf club, community centre or wherever they are heading to, there is one last symbolic gesture that the family have arranged. The dreaded white dove release.
A basket stands at the side of the terrace with a tall man in a dark suit with one, two or maybe three white doves inside. Now if it’s possible, this has become a cue to me to try and stay as far away from what is about to unfold as possible.
The release of the doves is meant as a comfort to the family to help them reflect on how their loved one has left earth and their spirit has ascended into heaven. A release, a letting go of their loved one as they pass into their eternal future. Sometimes the minister might be asked to lead a prayer or say some further words to accompany this aspect of the funeral ceremony.
So why would I take steps to avoid being involved in these moments? It certainly isn’t a lack of desire to commend people into heaven. Far from it. But the truth is that there are some unseen dangers that surround these times…
Thankfully these true stories that I am about to recount are not my first hand experiences but those of a colleague.
Picture this scene…
Conversations on the flower terrace hush as the dove is gently brought out of the box and held safely as the vicar speaks these comforting words. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, as we release this dove it is a symbolic reminder that our dear loved one has left us and has ascended into heaven, into that glorious eternity, to a place that she will be very welcome….’ As the dove is released the family watch as the bird starts to fly ‘heavenward’. Unfortunately, no sooner than it reaches tree level when a Sparrow Hawk shoots out from its vantage point and hits the dove sending it immediately spiralling downward and lands back on the ground not too far from the watching mourners. As silence engulfs the shocked onlookers one of the mourners, in a rather louder voice than perhaps he meant pipes up saying ‘well it looks like she didn’t make it then!’
Then there was another occasion, same vicar, same location, where following the funeral of a gentleman, his grieving widow is handed the dove to release. How touching that his life partner, his soul mate should be the one to set the bird free. Whether it was the emotion of the day, the focus of all eyes being on her as she carried out this symbolic final act or maybe she was simply scared of holding the bird, that as the vicar leads a simple and loving prayer, the widow holds the bird far too tightly, accidently squeezing all life out of it. So as she opens her hands and gently helps throw the bird upwards it plunges like a stone and lay motionless at her feet.
Thankfully, our eternal welcome into heaven is not centred on any white dove making it off the chapels flower terrace. However, what is abundantly clear to me as I sit in hundreds of living rooms each year is the very real desire to know that their loved one will be welcome in heaven and a genuine and sincere belief that that is where they now reside.
Being able to offer words of comfort in this way to grieving families and speak words of faith, hope and comfort is of overwhelming importance to me and I want to do that with genuinely heartfelt words. So the question I grapple with constantly is this… How do I make it into heaven when I die?
Sometimes I think that the church going community can present heaven as being a place where only a ‘select crowd’ gather. Where the chosen minority are ‘in’ and the majority of Gods created human race spend an eternity away from the amazing place that we call heaven. I don’t see this as being the case. I think heaven will a far more populated location than that. I passionately want that to be the reality. This is so important to me.
In the Bible, Romans 10 v9 says that ‘If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and if you believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.’ And we know the words ‘Lord, Remember me’ were spoken by one of the guys crucified alongside Jesus and that prompted the response ‘Today you will be with me in paradise’ – these passages encourage me.
Whilst church attendance on Sundays may be declining across the UK, faith in God is prevalent and remains within the majority of those who I meet and get alongside. This week I spoke with an 86 year old lady who doesn’t attend a local church. However, she said that she prays every day, often starting her prayer with ‘Hello, me again, hope you’re not getting fed up with me, and then asking God to bless, reach out to and look after those that she then lists. She says that she doesn’t understand why God allows bad things to happen to good people, especially the children and that maybe one day she hopes that she will be able to ask him why?’ She said some other things too that she might mention in her prayers. Biblical language and Christian phrases may be absent but I wonder if contemporary words like ‘I hope the big man up there hears and answers my prayers’, have become the modern day equivalent of ‘Lord remember me….’
Now I can hear the theologians shouting where is the repentance, the confession, but I saw faith. A simple, childlike faith held by an ageing lady that is very similar and typical of many who I meet and talk with in my role. My heartfelt prayer and hope is that our loving heavenly father who knows us all so well will find a place in his heavenly kingdom for such people like this lady when the time comes.
And on that day – and please God may that not be for a long while yet, for that 86 year old lady is my mother there won’t be any white doves to release!
‘The Eulogy’, or as some call it ‘The Tribute’, is perhaps the central part of most funeral services. An opportunity to talk about the deceased and honour their lives, identify their achievements and recognise how they have graced and blessed the lives of the many with whom they spent their years.
I wonder though, whether the words spoken during this part of the service, either by or on behalf of the family, would come as a surprise to the person that they are talking about. Have we told them what we feel about them in their living years?
Within a eulogy, recounting some of the factual aspects of an individual’s life – perhaps their early years or their distinguished career can often be spoken with clarity and no quiver in the voice. However, once we start to talk about deeply treasured memories that we shared or express our emotions as to how we felt about the person, real emotion can quickly kick in and anything from a few pauses and some spluttering words through to outright sobbing, and every conceivable emotion in between can ensue.
Yet how often do these beautiful words and feelings ever get expressed to a loved one before they die? Are we good at articulating our love and appreciation of people face to face? Not just a few flowery phrases written on a birthday card or Mother’s Day / Father’s Day card that has been picked up because the picture looks mildly better than the one you just put back as you say to yourself ‘That’ll do’… Surely in an ideal world, the words of a eulogy will be those that have already been declared to the loved family member or friend frequently, prior to their death.
When we take the time to do this and speak out telling family and friends how they have enriched our lives and how thankful we are to have spent time with them the outcome can be memorable for the rest of our life. Let me share an experience that I have had.
Introduction to church life for me came at the age of 15. Riding my bike one evening through a local park there were some lads playing football. I discovered that they were a local church team and although I was just too old to play in the team I was welcome to join in that evening. Afterwards I went with the team manager – himself only a couple of years older than me to the local pub where I was introduced to some of the other church youth group. An unorthodox introduction to church life – but hey would you expect anything different of me?
As the weeks turned to months turned to years, I benefitted from being a part of a fantastic youth group. We shared some great memories together and then I was offered the opportunity to be a young youth leader within that church. I look back with huge fondness to these times, the friends I grew up with and the youth leaders who invested in me and then allowed me the opening to take my first steps in youth ministry.
During these years we had many local young people come through the different youth groups that the church provided. One of these young people was called Simon. Simon was the son of the church minister, not overly sporty but a lad who I got on well with and was good to have in the group.
I remember the evening that he made his decision to ‘become a Christian’ a guy called Duncan Banks had spoken at an event that evening and Simon was moved to make his peace with God that evening and become a follower of Jesus. He and I then met up for an hour or so each week for the next few months as he started his journey of faith.
Another memory I have of Simon was when he played the male lead role in a Pantomime that we put on at the church one year. Cinderella played for one night only but happy memories, spoonerisms from James who played Buttons accidentally fluffing his lines ‘who so ever shits this foo’, instead of ‘fits this shoe’, scenery that we had painted, the church full and the applause at the end of a great night.
Teenage years were not a breeze though for Simon. His mother was diagnosed with cancer and whilst she continues to make recovery, this cruel disease left its impact and it is probably only now that I am able to reflect on how hard that must have been for Simon and all his family at that time.
I moved on from this church to become full time Youth Minister in another church the other side of town. Subsequently, I didn’t see too much of Simon through his A level years and those following as he went on to further study. So fast forward maybe 10 years. I was in a really dark time and place. Adultery had seen my marriage fail, my job was lost, my home was with friends who had taken me into their family for a couple of months. It was during this, doubtless lowest time of my life that an email pings up on my computer out of the blue.
Simon had emailed me. I had heard that he had been diagnosed himself with cancer but he explained in his email that it was terminal and would I be willing to meet up with him for lunch? Would I???? Immediately, I replied and a date was set for the following week.
Within a few days I drove north and met with Simon for the first time in quite a few years. After a quick catch up with him and his wife, he and I went to a local restaurant and spoke over a meal.
It was during this meal that he said something to me that will remain with me for the rest of my life. I asked him that as he was living with terminal cancer were there things that he had listed to do and achieve before he passed away. The phrase ‘bucket list’ was not one that I was familiar with back then but that’s exactly what I meant. He said ‘yes’ he had and that there were two things he particularly wanted to do whilst he was still alive. Curious to know I asked what these were. One was to return to Berwick Upon Tweed and see again the Puffins that he recalled from family holidays as a boy. ‘And what is the other?’ I enquired – He said that his other wish was to meet up with me again……. BOOM! My eyes filled with tears……. He continued, ‘you see I had a great relationship with my parents and my family as I grew up, but outside of my family you had the biggest influence in my life and I wanted to meet up again and say thank you.’
I have never been able to tell this story without the tears coming and getting choked and now I discover that I cannot type the story without the same thing happening.
An overwhelming feeling of unmerited favour, God’s grace, his compassion and mercy filled me and continues to whenever I recall this day. In my darkest season of my life, here I was reconnecting with someone honouring me for my input into his life. I remain genuinely humbled – thank you Simon, thank you God!
Saying goodbye was a strange experience, knowing that it was highly likely that I wouldn’t be meeting up with him again, we hugged, and I drove away my eyes laden with tears.
Simon passed away just a few weeks later. I deeply regret that I didn’t go to his funeral. The truth is I bottled it. My shame and guilt from my own failings and circumstances convinced me that I wouldn’t be welcome or at best, I should stay away to avoid embarrassment for others. But that afternoon I spent with him, talking and hearing him as he prayed a blessing over me is one of the most special memories of my life so far. I am deeply honoured that I had that opportunity to hear how he felt I had played an important role in his life.
Now what about us? Are there people who have shaped and impacted your life in such a way as to prompt you to arrange a face to face conversation and in turn honour and pay tribute to them? Are there words that you need to speak into the lives of loved ones before they pass away? Words of thanks, blessings to declare over and into people’s lives? If ever there comes a time when we stand to deliver the eulogy to someone important in our lives, I pray that what you say would in no way come a surprise to the person who’s life you are celebrating.
And yes there is a huge note to self here but maybe for you also…
Love to know your thoughts………….
God bless you x
Creating the right funeral service is a hugely important process.
However, this is often something that has to be arranged within just a few days, by people who are usually at their most emotionally raw, the challenge to capture their loved ones whole life and reflect that into what is generally a brief 20 minute service.
Perhaps most interesting is that we all know that one day a service will be held for us, hopefully not for some many years yet, and that it will be a ‘Celebration of our life’ but rarely, very rarely do we ever hold a discussion as to how we would like our service to be.
Thankfully, most services are lovingly and compassionately created, with music, words and poems used that honour the individual and pays tribute to a life well lived.
But not always….
Music features in almost every funeral service but the choices that people make sometimes beggar belief.
I never have, nor do I imagine I ever would say to a family that if they chose a particular piece that I would refuse to lead the service – but I know a minister who has. The song that he refuses in one of his services is perhaps THE song that I dislike the most to have played at a funeral. The song being ‘Imagine’ by John Lennon…. A few times I have proceeded into a chapel with a grieving family following behind and as we get a third of the way down the aisle ‘imagine there’s no heaven’ resounds around the chapel and inwardly I scream ‘NOOOOO!!!’
I tell families often that music is very emotive and remains with us, reminding us of situations and places. I tell them that what music they choose, when they hear it again will remind them of the funeral – this can be a good thing but can generate emotional reminders when you least expect.
I recall many many years ago that one of the first funerals I ever led was that of a close friend’s girlfriend who passed away just 21 years old. Included in the service was a song from a Disney film ‘Little Mermaid’. It was a few years later that when I took my son to a little girls birthday party, that as we started to set up the party tea and the children were calming down watching a DVD that I heard the music from Little Mermaid play again. Imagine my surprise and initial confusion when I found myself filling up with tears, defaulting back to the funeral service and emotions caught up with the death of that young lady.
So music ought to be chosen with great care.
Somewhere over the rainbow is a lovely song. Whether you like the original Judy Garland version or Eva Cassidy, perhaps even Israel Kamakawiwoʻole, this song is on the frequent play list at most crematoriums throughout the country. Now, I am pretty sure that this is an urban myth story but the idea of it actually happening makes me smile (so long as not on my watch) – that having placed the Wizard of Oz soundtrack into the CD machine, instead of getting Judy Garland’s ‘Somewhere Over the rainbow, way up high….’ the chapel was filled with the sound of ‘Ding Dong the witch is dead’. Admit it, your smiling!
Often people ask me ‘what are the most frequent songs played in the chapel?’ Well some of these will come as no surprise to many.
1 My Way – Frank Sinatra.
2 Time to say goodbye – Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman
3 Unforgettable – Nat King Cole
4 We’ll Meet Again – Vera Lynn
However songs that you may not expect that people have chosen in services that I have led include
1 The Birdy Song – In fact I had this twice within a couple of weeks and on neither occasion did it make sense to me as to why it was chosen. Watching a couple of elderly grandmother types doing the actions inside the crematorium chapel was somewhat surreal.
2 ‘I’m a lumberjack and I’m Ok’ chosen to be played during a time of reflection where we can individually remember some of the times we have spent in the company of the individual.
3 YMCA to enter the chapel to is another unorthodox choice. Perhaps more so when it is for an elderly grandfather who passed away well into his 80’s. No the bearers did not do the actions as they carried him on their shoulders down the aisle to the catafalque.
4 ‘Ladies and gentleman, there is no rush from this chapel, but as we gather our thoughts and prepare to take our leave through these doors here on your right that lead us out to the floral terrace, we shall be accompanied by one last piece of music…. This is the Ma Na me Na song from The Muppets.’ – Why oh why oh why oh why????? I simply do not know why but that is how I concluded one service.
Then there are the more comedic songs that have obvious relevance. Dependent upon the career of the deceased then songs like ‘My old mans a dustman’, ‘Ernie and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west’, or ‘Now I’ve got a brand new combined harvester’ – you understand why they have been chosen and can certainly lift the mood within the service.
Eric Idol’s song ‘Always look on the bright side of life’ is popular and is used often to conclude a service with families adopting to both leave with a smile and perhaps also use the sentiment of the song as a manifesto for modern living.
Comedy songs though have to be used in my opinion very carefully. Julia and I have traded comment and song ideas for each other’s life celebration. Julia says that ‘I’m coming up so you better get the party started’ by Pink seems ideal for her. We smile and laugh at the image but I know that in reality, when inside that chapel that song is not what I want played as I celebrate my wife’s life.
I still cringe when I recall this musical selection. A couple had obviously had an evening discussing what music they might choose for one another’s funeral should the need arise. I can only imagine that they may have laughed with hysterics over a few drinks at various alternatives. To this day I doubt that the husband was totally serious. Sadly, the gentleman passed away in the departure lounge of Luton Airport en route to a holiday in the Dominican Republic. The wife, a lovely lady, totally distraught at the loss of her soul mate felt somewhat obliged to go with his song request. I cautioned her that inside the chapel, the emotion of the day that this song might not be the best way for her to leave the chapel. She understood what I was saying but elected to still go with this song. The chapel was full on that day. A large family and perhaps the tragic circumstances of his death created a large congregation. After a really moving service, with the family openly emotional and after I had closed the curtains, I had to introduce the piece that we were about to exit to. ‘I pray God’s blessing will be with you and your families this and every day…. We will now leave the chapel to Another One Bites The Dust by Queen’… The familiar bass line introduction kicks in as I leave the lectern, bow to the curtains and slowly walk to the door ready to shake hands, inwardly reeling from what we were listening to.
So, choose wisely the music to represent and celebrate a loved one’s life. There are many wonderful and amazing songs. Right now Ellie Goulding’s beautiful track ‘How long will I love you’ is right up there in my idea of perfect choices. Matt Redman’s ‘Endless Hallelujah’ is another. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vny6oFHw1Sw&feature=kp )
I pray that these musical decisions will not need to be played out in your families anytime soon, but when the time comes it is important that we say farewell with words of love and dignity.
Ahhh Dignity by Deacon Blue…. Now that is a tune!