Smokin', Peg!

I sang at my mother's funeral -- two songs which I did very badly because I was finding it hard to sing. The songs, and I think she mighthave chosenthem serself had she been asked, were Finnegan's Wake just for the last line, really, and the plaintiff verse from His Eye Is on the Sparrow". But I left a whole verse out of the former, and barely managed to get the latter out, and I had to change my strings afterward, too...

Rust.