It's not as morbid a question as it may seem.
Reportedly, it's one of the most often specified items in a person's burial instructions.

I'd start off with
Jackie Moore/THIS TIME BABY [1979].
I've gotten up to dance to this one even in the worst of circumstances.

And end with
The Marvelettes/THIS NIGHT [[aka TONIGHT) WAS MADE FOR LOVE [1967].
The Marvelettes with Gladys Horton on lead here, accompanied by The Funk Bros. and, I presume, a sprinkling of the Detroit Symphony Orchestra's strings, and sweetened to perfection by the celestial voices of The Andantes. As I cha-cha my way out.