I can't imagine the silly circumstances by which I'll die, but, however it happens, there are two songs which, given the choice, I'd ask for. The first I'd pick because it appeals so easily and simply and warmingly to my ears: it's music I can fall asleep to and enjoy sleepfulness with like no other I've heard. The second, for sentimental reasons I rarely care to think about, though I imagine they'd be well made in dying.
Brahms's Gesänge, Op 17
Sigur Rós's Ágætis Byrjun