
Maybe it’s because it’s the music I have sung personally most often that it resonates so. Or, to quote Elton John yet again, Sad songs say so much.
I’ve only sung one movement of A German Requiem by Johannes Brahms (1833–1897), and that in English, but several times during services. But I’ve sung the requiems by Giuseppe Verdi (1813-1901) in the mid-1990s, Gabriel Fauré (1845–1924) in 2000 and 2005, Maurice Duruflé (1902-1986) in 2008, and John Rutter (1945- ) in the mid-1990s. the ones from this century I have recording of.
The famous Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756–1791) requiem I’ve sung thrice, once in 1985, once in the mid-1990s, and most recently on September 11, 2002, outdoors on a windy day, the only time I’ve ever worn a tuxedo to work.
There’s usually a pattern, starting with the introit:
Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine:
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Eternal rest give unto them, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon them.
Then
Kyrie, eleison.
Christe, eleison.
Kyrie, eleison.
It ends with In paradisum deducant te Angeli -May the angels lead you into paradise.
Not every requiem uses every element, or exactly the same text, but they are quite similar.
Listen to:
How Lovely Is Thy Dwelling Place (from A German Requiem by Brahms) – Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra
Verdi: Requiem, UC Davis Symphony Orchestra and University Chorus
Faure: Requiem Opus 48, Atlanta Symphony Orchestra & Chorus
Durufle: Requiem, Opus 9, Choir of King’s College, Cambridge
Rutter Requiem, Choir of Clare College, Cambridge, and members of the City of London Sinfonia
Mozart – Requiem, Academy Of St. Martin In The Fields
Lodge’s, or more formally, B. Lodge & Co., was founded in downtown Albany, NY in 1867, a couple years after the end of the American Civil War. When I stopped working downtown, and our office moved out to Corporate (frickin’) Woods in 2006, one of the things I wrote was that I would miss is that eclectic department store, and I did.
When I told someone that my daughter was sick in November, for the third month in a row, I was asked, “Am I worried about her?” The answer was, “No, not really.” 
In November 2017, my wife and I were given tickets to the Albany Symphony Orchestra by friends who couldn’t use them. Coincidentally, another couple of friends were also given tickets.