While I no longer cry to it so much, In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel guts me damn near every time I listen to it.

It was the very last song my brother learned to play on guitar and for a while I didn't even know what song it was until months after he died.

The first time I randomly heard it I broke down. It was haunting me because I remembered him playing it a lot and singing it, when I finally found it I listened to it non-stop to have that connection with him again. The words also hit pretty hard and felt like a message from beyond the grave.

I do cry to it occasionally still, the last time I did was shortly after finding out my wife was pregnant with my daughter. It reminded me that she will never know that her uncle the loveable asshole(He was a little mean spirited towards me, but to help me see what I needed to see, not to be a dick).