It came back to me recently, but I was driving on this little, desolate highway through the Fort Apache Indian Reservation towards the White Mountains a few weeks ago and I put on Godspeed's "Lift Yr. Skinny Fists..." (the first track on the first CD). For whatever reason, I realized that this was the music I'd want to listen to just before or while dying.
Typically when I go out by myself into the desert, or hit some spectacular vista on a hike, I'll listen to Air, Boards of Canada, Aphex, or something introspective enough to force me into interpretations. Godspeed is different though. Instead of drawing you into the music, they seem to draw you out; pushing you until you feel more human than mortal, and completely concious of your place in the world. Godspeed isn't really even my favorite band, but they always have more of an emotional impact on me than anyone else I've heard.
Strangely enough, a few minutes after this I got pulled over for speeding, and was let off with a warning. The whole experience just blew me back, maybe because it was one of those vivid thoughts that will always remain with me.
Just a story.