For an (IMO) embarrassingly serious discussion of this question, see Douglas R. Hofstadter, _Le Ton beau de Marot_, pp. 461-465. A good friend of his died, and he found himself dreadfully conflicted on seeing, in the program for the memorial service, a couple of rock and roll pieces that the dead man had loved. Of course, he saw the appropriateness of honoring his friend's tastes. But -- "..._I still hate rock_ and _I still love jazz_.... To me, one is sacred, and the other is profane. To put it very bluntly, how can _crude trash_ -- even if the dear departed loved said trash -- do honor to a person's memory?..." And on and on.

In the commune I lived in in the '70s, a sweet man died, and we buried him, and after that there was a deafening dance such as (to judge from his motions while alive) he would have found sacred. I would have recoiled from the suggestion that there was anything undignified about that, tho I dare say that, if such things could be measured, it would turn out that I hate rock as much as Prof. Hofstadter does.