To this day, my wife still thanks me for encouraging (i.e. pushing) her to sing “Panis Angelicus” at her father’s funeral. He died eleven years ago this month. Yesterday, my wife sang that same song at her brother’s funeral. This time she sang it as a duet with our son, Frank Jr.
They started practicing in an unusual location. We spent Sunday driving from St. Louis to Northern Virginia. During a lunch break in Indiana at a Culver’s with free WiFi, they found the musical accompaniment online. I enjoyed my first ButterBurger while listening to them sing along with the music on the computer. From my vantage point, I could see the curious looks from other customers who were using the trash cans behind Jere and Frank Jr.
Because we were traveling, we didn’t have access to my wife’s collection of sheet music or to a computer printer. The night before the funeral, my son found a portion of the sheet music online. He used Microsoft Paint to make notes and to add the lyrics for the second verse. He saved the finished product as a PDF file and copied it onto my Kindle. They placed the Kindle on the podium at church and read from it as they sang.