He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone;

Songs slip in at these heightened moments of life. Mostly most of us manage to not burst into song without an invitation or song sheet. But when we stand at one of these transforming moments – singing feels like the most logical choice. I’ve sung at death beds, at births, at weddings and at funerals and all the small steps at those events, in between.

It may also signal, a clear letting go of norms. I’m guessing one doesn’t usually sing to the Queen of Denmark unless specifically asked to do so.

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