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<strong>High</strong> <strong>Fidelity</strong><br />
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6/20/2006<br />
dying near me. My mum and dad won’t die near me, I’ve made bloody sure of that. When they go, I’ll<br />
hardly feel a thing.<br />
The next day she calls again.<br />
“Mum wants you to come to the funeral.”<br />
“Me”<br />
“My dad liked you. Apparently. And Mum never told him we’d split, because he wasn’t up to it and<br />
… oh, I don’t know. I don’t really understand it, and I can’t be bothered to argue. I think she thinks he’ll<br />
be able to see what’s going on. It’s like … ” She makes a strange noise which I realize is a manic giggle.<br />
“Her attitude is that he’s been through so much, what with dying and everything, that she doesn’t want<br />
to upset him any more than she has to.”<br />
I knew that Ken liked me, but I could never really work out why, apart from once he was looking for<br />
the original London cast recording of My Fair Lady, and I saw a copy at a record fair, and sent it to him.<br />
See where random acts of kindness get you To fucking funerals, that’s where.<br />
“Do you want me there”<br />
“I don’t care. As long as you don’t expect me to hold your hand.”<br />
“Is Ray going”<br />
“No, Ray’s not going.”<br />
“Why not”<br />
“Because he hasn’t been invited, OK”<br />
“I don’t mind, you know, if that’s what you want.”<br />
“Oh, that’s so sweet of you, Rob. It’s your day, after all.”<br />
Jesus.<br />
“Look, are you coming or not”<br />
“Yes, of course.”<br />
“Liz’ll give you a lift. She knows where to go and everything.”<br />
“Fine. How are you”<br />
“I haven’t got time to chat, Rob. I’ve got too much to do.”<br />
“Sure. I’ll see you Friday.” I put the phone down before she can say anything, to let her know I’m<br />
hurt, and then I want to phone her back and apologize, but I know I mustn’t. It’s like you can never do<br />
the right thing by someone if you’ve stopped sleeping with them. You can’t see a way back, or through,<br />
or round, however hard you try.<br />
There aren’t really any pop songs about death—not good ones, anyway. Maybe that’s why I like pop<br />
music, and why I find classical music a bit creepy. There was that Elton John instrumental, ‘Song for<br />
Guy,’ but, you know, it was just a plinky-plonky piano thing that would serve you just as well at the<br />
airport as at your funeral.<br />
“OK, guys, best five pop songs about death.” “Magic,” says Barry. “A Laura’s Dad Tribute List. OK,<br />
OK. ‘Leader of the Pack,’ The bloke dies on his motorbike, doesn’t he And then there’s ‘Dead Man’s<br />
Curve’ by Jan and Dean, and ‘Terry,’ by Twinkle. Ummm … that Bobby Goldsboro one, you know,<br />
‘And Honey, I Miss You … ’ ” He sings it off-key, even more so than he would have done normally,<br />
and Dick laughs. “And what about ‘Tell Laura I Love Her.’ That’d bring the house down.” I’m glad that<br />
Laura isn’t here to see how much amusement her father’s death has afforded us.<br />
“I was trying to think of serious songs. You know, something that shows a bit of respect.”<br />
“What, you’re doing the DJ-ing at the funeral, are you Ouch. Bad job. Still, the Bobby Goldsboro<br />
could be one of the smoochers. You know, when people need a breather. Laura’s mum could sing it.” He<br />
sings the same line, off-key again, but this time in a falsetto voice to show that the singer is a woman.<br />
“Fuck off, Barry.”<br />
“I’ve already worked out what I’m having at mine. ‘One Step Beyond,‘ by Madness. ‘You Can’t<br />
Always Get What You Want.’ ”<br />
“Just ’cause it’s in The Big Chill.”