Why anybody would feel the urge to write music to be played following his or her demise is beyond me. Despite the morbid premise of this collection, though, Songs For My Funeral contains some jovially sparkling jazz-hoppers. “Rain Walk” sees regal strings dominate proceedings, as a pouting bass and abrupt keys cater to their every need. “Metamorphosis” lets a crazy, jazzed-up trumpet run amok alongside drummed-up percussion; and “The Beginning” surprisingly ends proceedings, with whooping vocal shouts, tooting bugles and conversational scratches. A bizarre but appealing record that sometimes approaches deathly good.