Ledger was only 28 when he died, on the cusp of the generation often called “Millennials.” If he was anything like his peers, he must have defined himself in part by his taste in music. It’s only natural that friends would go through his music collection as a way of getting a sense of the man they lost, with a song they enjoyed together providing a poignant point of shared experience.

But for those who already carefully craft their playlists the way my generation once obsessed over mixtapes, it puts a whole other layer of meaning onto your selections. I can see asking myself before synching with iTunes, “Will my friends appreciate the irony of including Journey’s Greatest Hits if I get run over by a bus and all that’s left of me is this iPod?”