There is something about music which makes it an instantly accessible, universal art form; above all others in its ability to resonate instantaneously within human hearts. Poetry, paintings, plays and films all have their sacred place, but music has its own ethereal and eternal beauty. While other art forms are, rightly or wrongly, believed to require a certain level of intellectual cultivation, music can reach us all at any time.

In the religion I subscribe to I am told that absolutely nothing will survive Armageddon with the exception of human souls. Yet something in me struggles to believe God will want to destroy the spiritually cleansing sounds that some of His creation conjured up through blood, sweat and  tears

Yes, I can imagine Him saying be-gone to beautiful valleys, rivers and mountain ranges when the time comes, but not, surely not, to (certain pieces of) music.

I am fully expecting humankind to be resurrected to the sound of Dear Prudence, by The Beatles.

Then, I believe, all entrants of Heaven will be given a special back to back screening of all episodes of Fawlty Towers.

After all, that is what life is about, right? Music and tasteful humour: the roots from which all love stems.