I clicked on the title of this thread in order to share the true tale of my dad's choice of tune for his cremation... and b*gger me if it ain't the first tale from the OP!

Dad was a Geordie with a sick sense of humour - people looked really embarrassed as the strains of Smoke gets in your Eyes rang around the crematorium; I think they thought it was some ghastly mistake. We had to explain to folks at the bunfight afterwards that laughter would have been fine...