I used to sing at funeral homes for families that didn't have a vocalist. I didn't get paid. I needed to sing.

My father worked on assembly lines in Detroit while I was growing up. Every day, I watched him do what he needed to do to support the family. But he told me, 'Life is short. Do what you want to do.'

I never have reservations about doing anything as long as I'm being paid.

It's all we have left. We've lost our homes and our city. Now all we have left is our families and football. In that respect, we have all that we need.

She had actually asked to sing at my Mom's funeral and wanted me to stay in touch with her, but I haven't heard from her since.

I think they'll be surprised at the volume. We sell to funeral homes across the country.