My Dad was a jazz aficionado. In April 2019 he chose to end his life with medical assistance, they call it MAID in Canada.
He had terminal pancreatic cancer. We had a very nice family dinner the night before.
They day of, we made him a fancy breakfast of his choosing, then spent the day listening to jazz, and polished off a bottle of 15yo MacAllan single malt whiskey.
He was the DJ. I sat at his feet for hours listening to him recite the liner notes and history of whatever he was playing. I have no clue what he played on that day.
A few weeks later, my mum sent me a pic of the CD she found still in the player. It was what he chose as the last recording he would hear on this earth, and the last recording we would listen to together.
For My father, Hank Jones.