I hope this won't upset anyone. When I was with my daughter last January, two days before she died, she suddenly began to sing 'Wey hey, blow the man down'. Her face was radiant in spite of her illness. I sang along with her, as much as I could remember. When I got home, I suddenly remembered a book called 'Singing Together' that she'd had at school when she was about 8. I've kept it. That song is in it. I'm convinced now that her painkilling drugs were inducing hallucinatory memories, and that when she sang that, in her mind she was back at the school she loved, singing that song with her classmates. It's making me tearful to write this, but I think that was a happy moment for her.