Ronan Keating's...
...'You say it best (When you say nothing at all)', or whatever the hell it's called.

We buried my eldest brother a few of years ago - he was born with Cerebal Palsy and it had been messing with his health for years, until it finally got him but good. Gutted, the lot of us :(

We chose a suitable track for the memorial, but instead this Mike Smitt-type new-age vicar bloke picked out the Keating one, sang along and encouraged the understandably non-joyous congregation to do the same. Several of us were even unhappier bunnies as a result.

Understand here that sufferers of Cerebal Palsy are in most cases speech or movement-impaired, and my brother's capabilities were virtually nil in both departments. Bear this in mind whilst imagining this fucking idiot playing AND singing some boyband tat that essentially took the piss out of the condition that plagued my brother all his life and eventually killed him.

So, whenever I hear that particular item of pop slush now, I think both of the sad time when we said goodbye to one of my two true-blood siblings, and the day some god-bothering tit made a mockery of him - pillock :/

No apologies for length - must have kept you interested for long enough to read it ;)
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Tue 29 Mar 2005, 12:29, Reply)