R.I.P. Slim Whitman

My Mum always loved music and many, many years ago she had a marvellous selection of 78's. I was very young but loved to listen to them on the massive 'radiogram' that used to sit in the corner of the room. We may not have had much money but we always had music. 
Amongst the brittle 78's were some Slim Whitman which I know she loved - I knew the words to Rose Marie by the time I was in infant school. 
I heard today that Slim Whitman had died and since then the song has been playing over and over again in my head - my own internal Radiogram stuck on the same record - I don't mind, I still love that song and while it plays I can see my Mum singing away in the living room in our old run down terraced house....