For whatever reason, viewing this lady's grave whilst listening to Between the Buried and Me and Faith No More triggered a very queer hypothetical in my mind. If you knew that were going to die, from either disease, decapitation and the eventual gangrene that follows, or a prophetic vision...would you change the music you listened to? For instance, if you were a 75 year old would you maybe start listening to Jay-Z to freak out the kids? Or start listening to more Mozart or Bach, sort of a Mach thing, to appear more intelligent, and have people remember you as a sophisticated fellow/fella. Just something to think about.
2 points to anyone who knows what movie the title of this post is from. 1 more for the character. Huzzah!