The priest referred to him as the ‘Mirror Music Man.’
“A talented person who took popular songs, reversed a few notes, and created new and unforgettable melodies.” He held up a phone and pressed play. “This was his last masterpiece—David had taken The Beatles ‘Yesterday,’ flipped a couple of chords, and renamed it ‘Tomorrow.’ True genius.”
The music danced quietly around the graveside, oblivious to the somber mood of this audience. We watched in silence as the coffin was carefully lowered and, as his final work faded away, I began to wonder at what point he started to decompose.