Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:
I stood there in the spotlight, leaning on the mic stand and listening to the haunting music that my brother was playing on the guitar. Like the classically trained musician that he was the notes were precise both in terms of pitch and volume. The dirge was beautiful and nearly brought tears to my eyes. That wouldn’t do, however, as I needed to sing just after the next bridge. Let’s face it, it’s not often that you get to sing at your own funeral.
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