Ungh. Twice today, I've heard Earth, Wind, and Fire's "September". It needs to stop.
Years ago, when I was working my first job, I had a lovely client. She needed a will done for her dad. We bonded a little bit -- she was a real firecracker. At the time, she had just recovered from her second or third bout of cancer, and to say she was full of life hardly does her justice.
A year or so later, the cancer returned, and she needed a will done for herself. I had to go up to her place on the Danforth to get it signed, and even then, had to do a workaround. She didn't want me to see her, in terrible shape as she was, but I still needed to witness her signing.
She passed away.
Being a bright light, she wanted a happy funeral, a real celebration. It was well-intentioned, but one of the worst experiences I've ever gone through. First, there was a videotaped address from her to the congregation, and just seeing her lit up and happy and talking to us from beyond the grave was... no. Then there was her favourite song, "September", where we all had to get up and dance, and then do a balloon release.
I can't bear to listen to the song ever since.
I mean, it was all so very well-intentioned -- she was a happy person, and wanted us to be happy too. But here we all were, only being reminded of how bright she was, how young she was, and thinking only of how shitty the whole situation was, and here is Earth, Wind, and Fire, and time to get up and dance.
On top of the present situation, it is again much too much.