rip to your grandad , do what you feels right at the time mate.
When my brother in law died after a long illness, he had that played, but id told him before i would walk out if they did,
weeks before he died, he said you have my permission mate.
... anyway day of the funeral that song came on , infront of a packed church i got up, everbody was saying you cant sit down, my uncle in his wheelchair was actually hanging on to me to stop me, but i wasnt going to stop, even the preist stopped, as i walked from the front of the church, all eyes on me,
i was having second thoughts but id started now so had to carry on, got to the doors, they were not only shut but locked, the racket i made trying to get them open,
then finally ,i turned around, every eye in the church on me, as the last verse of ynwa belts out, and right at the front among the disgusted faces , my sister his wife in bulk, he had left instructions for his funeral and rule one was lock the doors so that soft fooker edge has to stay right till the last note , he had the last laugh on me mate........ moral of the story sometimes its better to swallow a bit of pride than make a show of yourself.
