In the novel <i>Cold Sassy Tree</i>, the grandfather says he wants the first and sixth verses of "Blest Be the Tie That Binds", but they forget and either don't sing it or sing the whole thing, and it sounds pretty good to me. Although we sang all of them enough times after communion that I think they might as well sing about the oil dripping down Aaron's robes while they're at it.

I had to provide a song for my nephew's funeral six years ago. The version I had of it had a nasty artifact in the middle, and I don't remember if my sister found a different version or if I was too busy crying to notice.

Then last may at my last spring concert for band, the choir sang the song, and my mom broke down completely and had to come back to the back of the stage and find me and it was really heart breaking. Actually I'm kinda starting to cry writing it so I think this is a good place to stop now.