The last walk.

Dad was resting on the shoulders of the male members of our family as we made our way out of the wake venue, whilst "I did it my way" by Frank Sinatra was being played by the Angmoh Band. Before Dad passed, he had given specific instructions that he wanted "I did it my way" to be played at his funeral (though of course, at the time of discussing these things, we thought it would be a matter to fuss about 20 to 30 years from now. We did not expect Dad's demise to be this soon).

I opted for no chanting music blaring from the hearse although that is usually the norm. Dad wouldn't have ordinarily listened to those whilst alive anyway. So why should he in death? Instead, the hearse played a couple of his favourite songs (from artists like Bryan Adams, Michael Bolton and Collin Raye) on his final journey to Mandai Crematorium. Dad would have much preferred that, I am sure of it. If you had noticed, "I did it my way" was also the first song that was played by the hearse.

The pallbearers took turns to carry Dad on their shoulders, as the procession was led by the Muscial Float, Dua Kee and Gongguan.

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