I have to tell this story somewhere.
Some days ago, I attended a funeral for an eighty-some thing year old man. The funeral was conducted in the funeral home chapel.
Before the service began, recorded music was playing. Pretty stuff - acoustic guitar. I found myself playing Name That Tune. I was amused to identify "Layla" (as in "you got me on my knees, Layla" ). Given the age of the decedent, I was reasonably certain it was not one of his favorites.
At the end of the service - during the southern tradition of parading past the open casket - I identified another tune, again on acoustic guitar. This time, it was a very pretty arrangement of "Whiter Shade of Pale."
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.
It had to be an inside joke of whoever put together the funeral home tracks. I'm afraid that I smiled quite inappropriately. "Whiter Shade of Pale" has been stuck in my head for nearly a week.
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Though I appreciate your also mis-using it to make the point 
And that’s why I’m pretty sure we’re long lost brothers:
