*song written and first recorded by The Valentine Brothers, John Valentine and Billy Valentine, and released as a single in 1982.
From The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (1910), by Rainer Maria Rilke:
“In sanatoriums, where people die so readily and with so much gratitude towards their doctors and nurses, you die one of the deaths available at the institution, and are approved of accordingly. If, however, you die at home, the natural choice is that courteous death the genteel classes die, which initiates, as it were, a first-class funeral with its beautiful sequence of funerary customs. The poor stand and gape at a house where these rites are in train. Their death is of course a banal one, with neither pomp nor circumstance. They are happy to find one that more or less fits. They don’t mind if it’s a little too large, because they can always grow into it. But it’s bothersome if the front won’t do up or it’s tight at the throat.”