My father had given clear instructions about his funeral [...] His only wish, if it was possible, was that the Second Movement of Beethoven's Seventh Symphony should be played, the one with the slow, gentle lament like a funeral march. And so it happened, but I don't remember how it was arranged. It was in the Musikhalle, a large hall in the city which had escaped bombing. When we were first taken to see it, Furtwaengler was rehearsing. Then it was filled with flowers. On the day there were about 250 people, the orchestra, and the small coffin on the stage, covered by a Union Jack, which would have made him laugh. I have the photographs somewhere. Then the Hamburg Philharmonic Orchestra, under its conductor Professor Karl Jochum, played the Beethoven beautifully. My diary says: "The forte was terrible to bear, a dreadful inevitability".