A sensitive and moving classic. 
Will You Remember Me - Sarah MacLachlin
All other songs will be sung at the wake (I refuse to have a religious funeral - get me something as close to a Celtic-pagan send off as possible) shall be traditional Irish & Scottish ballads complete with pennywhistle, bodhran, fiddle, and vocals… and as much whiskey, meade, and storytellin as one can take.)
An alternative to Amazing Grace for the bagpipes – especially when played at a distance is “The Minstrel Boy.” If you ever seen The Man Who Would Be King, you probably know the piece I’m speaking of. It’s a familiar pipe tune anyway.
I think I’ll write my own send-off and punctuate it with favorite tunes from different points in my life – “Moonglow and Theme from Picnic” from 1956 – a Tom Jobim bossa nova from the 1960s – “If” by Bread from the early 1970s and “Still Crazy After All These Years” – some jazz from the 80s on – and I’ll end it with the music from my wedding: Pat Metheny’s “Are You Going With Me?”
It seems only fair…
Monty Python’s Always Look On The Bright Side.
I’m surprised no one else has nominated it. The first time I heard it, it struck me as the perfect funeral song. (And yes, seriously, that’s the only music being played at my funeral :- it’s in my will).
Isn’t the will often read after the funeral?
Well, hopefully, there’d be strippers, so I’d have to say it really ought to be up to the ladies and their DJ - these are professionals, after all.
(What? Can anyone honestly say their funeral wouldn’t be improved with strippers? Didn’t think so.)
Failing that - “Sympathy for the Devil” would be nice. 
I’d like Breathe me by Sia, although someone pointed out in another thread that that particular track has been so rehashed now that it might make my funeral seem like a special episode of CSI. Still, I like it a lot, and it will always have particular significance in that it was the track played during the finale of Six Feet Under (so quite fitting).
I Am and The Interpreter, by Roky Erickson – both of them the version found on the** Gremlins Have Pictures** collection.
Narrowed down to two by Frank Zappa.
Peaches en Regalia.
or
Titties and Beer.
Decisions, decisions…
Baker makes a fair stab at translation.
I meant it to say "Out of the great sea to Middle-earth I am come. In this place I shall abide until the ending of the world. Night is come and all paths are drowned deep in shadow. But night passes. Day will come again. "
The ‘great sea’ represents Lake Michigan, on which shores I was conceived, raised, and still dwell. Middle-earth would be six feet under!
I thought about substituting “Mitchi-gumi” for “Earello”. Perhaps I still will. 
Is it linguistically accurate? I don’t know, I didn’t get a chance to run it past David Salo or the other speakers out there. I probably misconjugated a few verbs and used improper tenses in more than one spot.
I’ve got two Sigur Rós songs on my funeral setlist. First, Njósnavélin, the fourth “untitled” song from () to set the mood appropriately sad and reflective, and then to close the show on a happier note, Glósóli from Takk.
(Apologies for slight hijack) I’ve been under the misapprehension that you were a Brit. How did that happen? Tolkien [del]obsession[/del] expertness? (/AFSH)
“Lake of Fire” by the Meat Puppets.
“Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don’t go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won’t see 'em again 'til the Fourth of July.”
Of course I’d never get away with that, so instead I might choose Aerosmith’s “Dream On.”
ETA: I hate bagpipes.
Me, I’d go for “Ihr habt nun Traurigkeit.”
Having recently buried my father, I have spent some time thinking on this.
I have since been telling those who need to know that I want ‘Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go’ by Wham to be played at my service.
MiM
Navy Hymn:
Eternal Father, Strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bid’st the mighty Ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
O hear us when we cry to thee,
for those in peril on the sea.
“Old and Wise,” by the Alan Parsons Project.
My wife’s great-aunt came to the US from Ireland when she was 16 and never looked back. She was sent here by her family so she could get a job and send money home so her siblings could come over as well. She so resented it that she strove to eliminate her brogue, married a Swede and became the most American person she could.
Before she died she told everyone that if anyone did anything remotely Irish, she would come back and haunt them. She said that she wanted everyone at the wake to sing My Country ‘Tis of Thee and America the Beautiful. At her wake we all stood around her casket and sang those songs and, because the wake was on her birthday, we also sang Happy Birthday. We all laughed and cried at the same time.
For my funeral, I want Blood, Sweat and Tears’ And When I Die or Bob Dylan’s Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.
I would like Circle of Life by Elton John
or Stevie Winwood, I need help with the title but has the lyrics 'whales and albatross are my brothers".
Whoops, it’s not Stevie Winwood, it’s little River Band and it’s “Cool Change”