It’s common knowledge that the best funerals aren’t dreary—they’re giant, exuberant celebrations of life replete with music, friends, family, and beams of love shooting off in every direction. By that rubric, the final night of tiny, beloved and splendidly filthy Williamsburg DIY space Death By Audio, the latest holdout to fall to the neighborhood’s unfortunate gentrification, was the finest funeral I’ll ever have the pleasure of attending. And nobody even had to die—although, with the earsplitting bone saw of the speakers and the nonstop ingestion of booze and things harder and the constant crowd surfing with no concern for broken skulls, well, some certainly seemed to be trying.