I, too, can't listen to "Kilkelly, Ireland" without pretty much losing it. I think it's because I was supposed to sing at my grandfather's funeral, but he chose to shuffle off this mortal coil one week after I'd left for my two month trip to Ireland, and I had to decide whether to return or not. I finally decided that he would want me to stay, but I still can't hear the line "And it's funny the way he kept talking about you,/He called for you at the end;/Why don't you think about coming to visit?/We'd love to see you again..." without losing my cool totally.

Right now I'm trying *not* to think of cat-related songs. My best friend's cat, who has been with her for seven years and was the Queen of the Universe (graciously accepting our love and adoration as her due and bestowing her regard in return) was hit by a car the other night. We held a mini-wake for her last night. The apartment really feels empty without her. :(