When I was in high school, our youth group took a missions trip to Georgia and stayed at a church/funeral home. Yes, you read that correctly. It’s a bit awkward when someone tells you to grab the broom “next to the embalming fluid” or to “grab the hotdog buns on top of the gurney.”
We were scheduled to do a youth rally the same night a funeral visitation was taking place. As our “rally” went on in one room, people were paying their respects in another.
After the rally was over and the room cleared out, those of us in the band decided to play some non-church music. As the drums were smashing and I was thumping a familiar bass line, someone ran into the room and shouted, “You have to stop! You can’t play that song! They can hear it in the next room!”
Why the commotion? We were playing “Another One Bites the Dust.”