Kinda like that last scene in Field of Dreams, if I'm not crying by this verse, you'll know I'm dead:
On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray
Ol' preacher said some words and they chunked him in the clay
Well he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose
Play me a song Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
People said you were useless them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues