Well my friend in high school who was a metalhead died sophmore year and they played the most horrible music at his funeral.
Since then, I've been planning and editing my own funeral mix tapes.
Firstly, I'm sorry about your friend.
Secondly,
THANK YOU! My friends tell me I'm morbid because I've planned out the music for my funeral and a couple of other things, like a standup comedian, bottles of Jack on a table with shot glasses, balloons, and a bunch of other weird stuff to turn it into the circus that best represents my life while I was still breathing. (Still adding/editing things as I go.) I don't want people crying over me, especially those who didn't give two shits in the first place and are just putting on a show and playing bad country music to do it. (Ahem, looking at you, incubator and sperm donor.) I don't want country music. I want Jimi. I want Pearl Jam. I want my music, to say my important goodbyes to those who were my real family. I'm fine with the picture slideshow my family always does, but I want the goofiest, doofiest pics of me in it.
And as they're carrying my coffin down the aisle, this will be playing: