A custom song to remember them by.
Answer a few questions about them. Your answers are used to craft the lyrics — a song you can sit with, whenever you miss the sound of things being ordinary.
Create their song
“I play it on Sunday mornings now, which is when she used to call.”
“Thirteen years. My husband cried in the car park.”
“The first one was not him. I said so, and the second one was right.”
“Seventeen years of a cat who hated everyone except me. It's in there.”
“I sent the link to eight people and four of them rang me straight after.”
“We played it at the service. My mum keeps asking me to send it again.”
“I play it on Sunday mornings now, which is when she used to call.”
“Thirteen years. My husband cried in the car park.”
“The first one was not him. I said so, and the second one was right.”
“Seventeen years of a cat who hated everyone except me. It's in there.”
“I sent the link to eight people and four of them rang me straight after.”
“We played it at the service. My mum keeps asking me to send it again.”
You do the remembering. We do the rest.
Tell us what you remember
The small things count the most — what they always said, how they laughed, the habit nobody else knew about. About three minutes.
We shape it into their song
Our team crafts your memories into lyrics and music. Not a template — the essence of who they were, worked until it’s right.
Their song comes home
Within 48 hours, their song and their memorial page arrive. Yours to keep, forever.
Listen to eight sample tribute songs.
Every song is written to order, and you choose how it sounds. Pick a style to hear it, start to finish.
Acoustic · In memory of her mother
Marianne
Forty-one years of Sunday phone calls, and the way she picked up before it finished ringing.
From the lyrics
So I’ll call the house on Sunday,
and I’ll let it ring a while.
Stories behind the sample songs.
In memory of my mother, Marianne
“I play it on Sunday mornings now, which is when she used to call. That is all I wanted and that is what I got.”
In memory of Rufus
“Thirteen years. My husband cried in the car park and I have never once seen him do that.”
In memory of my dad
“The first one was not him. Too gentle, and he was not gentle. I said so and the second one was right. Glad I said something.”
In memory of Tilly
“Seventeen years of a cat who hated everyone except me. Somehow that is in there.”
In memory of my sister
“I sent the link to eight people and four of them rang me straight after.”
In memory of my grandad
“We played it at the service. My mum has asked me to send it to her three times since.”
In memory of Bess
“I was not sure about the whole idea, if I am honest. I am now.”
In memory of my wife
“Thirty-one years. I listen to it in the car, on my own, and that is enough.”
The song. Their page. A place to return to.
A photograph is how they looked. A song is what it felt like to be near them — and their page is where everyone who loved them can keep adding to the story.
- The finished songAbout three minutes, yours to download and keep.
- A printable lyric sheetThe words as artwork, ready to print or frame.
- Their memorial pageAt its own link, like the one shown here, to share with everyone who loved them.
- A tribute wallWhere family and friends leave their own memories, and the page keeps growing.
- Lifetime hosting, includedThe link never expires. Their song stays exactly where you left it.
- Rewritten until it’s rightAs many times as it takes, with no deadline.
One price covers all of it. Nothing else to buy.
If it isn’t right, we rewrite it. If it’s still not right, you get your money back.
In loving memory
Marianne Whitfield
1941 – 2026
Lyrics
You’d pick up before the second ring,
like you were sitting right beside the phone.
Forty-one years of Sunday evenings,
and you never let it ring alone.
So I’ll call the house on Sunday,
and I’ll let it ring a while.
Somewhere in the quiet after,
I can still hear you smile.
Read the full lyrics
From everyone who loved her
She sang this in the kitchen. All of it, badly.James, her son
Played it for Nan on Sunday. She knew every word.Ellen, her granddaughter
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Questions people ask before they start.
If yours isn't here, write to us and we'll answer it plainly.
What if it doesn't sound like them?
Then it isn’t finished. Tell us what’s off and we write it again. No cap on that, and no window it expires in.
Is it strange to buy this for myself?
No. Most people here are doing exactly that. It’s three minutes with them, whenever you want it.
Can you do this for a pet?
Yes, and it’s much of what we do. We won’t write that your dog was like family. We’ll write about the specific dog: the name, the habits, the fifteen years.
I don't know what to write.
The questions are built for that. They ask small things — what they always said, what they were doing when you picture them. Answer the ones you can and skip the rest.
How long does it take?
Within 48 hours of payment, usually. If you have timing concerns, contact support before ordering and we’ll tell you honestly whether we can make it.
I don't think I'm ready.
That’s fine. Nothing here expires. Start, stop halfway, come back months later — we keep what you wrote.
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