Submit to the Professor!

Thanks a million Mike! After the countless hours spent dusted out of my skull on PCP with a face full of Rock&Roll trying to forget about my mortality, you go and pull this one out. Well, I guess there's a couple ways we could look at this.

First, let's look at this from the other side. No, not the ghosts and lost souls but at the ones pulling the strings.

Get a Room - Jim O'Rourke
Jimbo is about as kind to his characters as Chris Ware and was a fitting soundtracker for Love Liza. Here, acting as a malicious God in the mold of the ancient Greeks, he gives this poor sap one night to live, and being a base creature the sap hurries out to find someone to give him some last minute corporal delights. Back at the motel though, his date falls asleep "I gotta work tomorrow, you understand", and he's left listening to her snore as is measly life slips away, the numbing rush of the inevitable.

or there's the dignified perspective

I Hear You Calling - Bill Fay
Bill was a trobadour in the Tim Buckley mold with some jazzy touches and some even heavier baroque lyrics. This is from the album Time of the Last Persecution which deals mostly with 2 tons of apocalyptic imagery. Here he talks about meeting the end quietly in the same manner as he's come on to his shift every day at the plant. All his time is lying on the factory floor (you said it brother), but he's gonna get it back at the end. He hears the calling like he hears the whistle at the end of the day.

But I prefer to look at it this way

Farewell - Boris
As a explosion of consciousness, without understanding a single word we get the picture loud and clear. Really the end is just when we become everything at once... again. This is going to melt your speakers, find the largest stereo possible to listen to this and crank it to 11, we're goin' out big.