Well, let's assume we want to get people blubbing. That'd be a fitting tribute to a man of my greatness. But let's also assume they might need a nudge given I'm a grumpy git.
This'll do it. The most poignant song ever. Laden with nostalgia when it was written 50 years ago. Sung, simply and clearly by unaccompanied voices redolent with the atmosphere of cathedrals and cloisters, many names from the Midlands of my youth, and a bit of vinyl crackle thrown-in.
Oh the wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Millers Dale for Tideswell. Kirby Muxloe. Beautiful.