There was a really beautiful one I actually heard on a county station some years ago called, "If You Could See Me Now" by a male solo artist whose name escaped me. It was about how lovely heaven is, how well the deceased is now feeling, how he will wait as long as God gives for the widow to get there someday, how they'll have all eternity together... how the body torn by pain and disease is not the real man, and the real man is fine...

I don't think I'll ever find that song, but if I did that's what I would want.

At a funeral my husband conducted earlier this year, for a girl killed in her car weeks from her college graduation, the last song played before he entered to conduct the service was... Spirit in the Sky. The parents had honored her quirky sense of fun and subjected this very staid, grief-outraged crowd to the whole thing, long intro with spacy effects and all. They were rockin' by the second riff, it was something. Thank you Bobbi Jo!