[ WP ] When a person dies , they sing their favorite song until they 're physically unable to .

[ Very short flash fiction ] 
 
 My father was dying. My father was dying and I felt like a part of me was shattering into a million pieces. I did n't even feel sad, or angry, just shattered and broken. All I could do was hold his hand and wait to listen as he sang his song. This would be the last song that he ever sang, and the last time I every heard his voice. No more `` I love you, honeybun'' or `` Good luck''. No `` Happy birthday'' or `` Merry Christmas''. No more `` Goodnight and God bless'', or `` Cheers'' or `` Knock on wood''. 
 
 He was going. I held onto his hand and held it tighter than I've ever held onto anything before in my entire life. I held it until his breathing shallowed and his pulse grew weak, and his hand holding mine... until his hand holding mine was n't as there as it was before. 
 
 I was going to be alone in this world. All I had was this song that he would inevitably start singing any moment now. I placed my phone on the bedside table, and hit record. 
 
 *'' When there's something strange in your neighbourhood. Who ya gon na call... Ghostbusters. `` * 
 
 I burst into tears. 
 
 *'' When there's something weird, and it do n't look good... who can you call...'' * 
 
 `` Ghostbusters.'' I sobbed. 

