Last Songs, a.k.a the recurrent morbid thought that pops in to my brain ALL the TIME

Many years ago, back when I was trying to make this East Coast Girl into a L.A. Lady, I heard Brian Eno's "An Ending (Ascent)" and the first thought that popped into my mind was "Aha! Now THAT's the song I want to be played at my funeral!"
Wait... what?
Why do I do this? Why, when I hear beautiful yet somewhat mournful songs, does my head automatically go to that weird place where I start envisioning people gathered around my casket, whispering to each other in hushed tones? Why do I feel the need to come up with a playlist for my funeral, as if that is what everyone is going to be talking about afterwards, as in "Man, that was a really moving service, but the music?! Blew.. my... mind... That was the best funeral music EVER!"
It may have something to do with my more-than-the-average-bear fear of dying, which surfaced somewhere around my third birthday and hasn't left me since. Obviously, I have some weird kind of control issue and fear of the "unknown", so I placate myself by planning the soundtrack for my death party. How fun am I?
Humor me. Here are the four ABSOLUTELY MUST BE INCLUDED songs for my funel d.j.'s playlist:

1) The aforementioned "An Ending (Ascent)" by Brian Eno
2) "Rise" by Eddie Vedder (from the Into the Wild soundtrack)
3) "God Only Knows" by the Beach Boys
4) "Fireflies" by Owl City

I am sure I will come up with more to add to this list, but am open to suggestions from any similarly morbidly-minded folks...