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Songs That Should Never Be Played at a Funeral

Funerals are sacred moments. They’re times for reflection, respect, and — above all — dignity.

Yet, despite our best efforts, sometimes a poor musical choice can derail the whole atmosphere, turning a solemn farewell into an awkward cringe-fest. If you’re planning a service (or just trying to leave strong hints for your own), here’s a list of songs that should absolutely never grace the speakers at a funeral.

1. “Another One Bites the Dust” – Queen

Look, we love Freddie Mercury as much as anyone, but even the most hardcore fans would agree this is not the time for gallows humor. Save this classic for your workout playlist, not the memorial service.

2. “Highway to Hell” – AC/DC

Unless you’re aiming for the funeral equivalent of a Vegas roast (and even then — please don’t), this is a no-go. Great riff, horrible timing.

3. “Ding Dong! The Witch Is Dead” – Judy Garland (from The Wizard of Oz)

Even if Granny was a bit of a tyrant, airing grievances through musical theater is not the move. Let sleeping witches lie.

4. “Stayin’ Alive” – Bee Gees

It’s a disco banger. But the lyrics hit a little too ironic when everyone’s gathered to acknowledge the exact opposite situation.

5. “I Will Survive” – Gloria Gaynor

It’s a power anthem of resilience — not a eulogy.

Unless you’re resurrecting, it sends extremely confusing messages to the mourners.

6. “Happy” – Pharrell Williams

Sure, it’s upbeat. Too upbeat, in fact!  The last thing anyone needs when they’re trying to hold it together is a song that feels like it should come with party hats and balloon animals, right?

7. “Hit the Road Jack” – Ray Charles

It’s punchy, it’s iconic — and it’s probably the fastest way to ensure you’re never invited to plan another family event again, too.

8. “Baby Got Back” – Sir Mix-A-Lot

This shouldn’t even have to be said, but… funerals are not the moment to celebrate anyone’s rear end, however glorious it may have been.

9. “If I Die Young” – The Band Perry

This song sounds funeral-appropriate… until you realize it’s mostly about romanticizing an untimely death. It’s haunting in the wrong way — trust me, just skip it.

10. “Celebration” – Kool & The Gang

While many families may want to celebrate a life well-lived, blasting “Celebrate good times, come on!” over sobbing relatives feels about as tactful as hitting a piñata at a wake.

A Few Less Funny, Yet Actually Good Alternatives

If you’re struggling to pick funeral music that sets the right tone, here’s a quick guide:

  • Pick songs that were personally meaningful to the deceased.
  • Choose something reflective but hopeful, not depressing or absurd.
  • Consider classic instrumentals or soft vocals without heavy irony.

Now, a few solid, universally-safe bets:

  • “Amazing Grace”
  • “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” (especially the Israel Kamakawiwoʻole version)
  • “Tears in Heaven” by Eric Clapton
  • “Hallelujah” by Leonard Cohen (or a gentle cover version)

And a “Final Word” - pun intended:

Music at a funeral can move people to tears, stir memories, and bring comfort.

Or, it can make Uncle Bob shoot coffee out of his nose trying not to laugh.

Choose wisely. :-)


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