"So, after marking his life with readings, poems and words from friends and family, what poignant song had he requested to play the guests out of the chapel? That’s right: Dancing Queen. Yes, it was poignant the first time, as the tearful congregation turned to one another to smile at the dark humour and incongruity of the music. By the fourth time, ten minutes later, as everyone was still filing out, it was more of a torture."

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