It doesn't seem like the right fit. The camera follows a pair of feet slowly down the staircase and over to the record player. Soon Cat Stevens' "Don't Be Shy" is playing: "Don't be shy, just let your feelings roll on by. Don't wear fear, or nobody will know you're there. Just lift your head, and let your feelings out instead." It's a nice song, in classic, melodious Stevens style -- the sort you would imagine for a movie of lightness and sweetness -- but it's also the perfect match for dark satire -- the perfect accompaniment to Harold's fake suicide.
There's nothing about the credit sequence to Harold and Maude that I don't love. The plain, sans serif font nestles right at home against the slow camera trail as Harold sets up his fake end. The camera doesn't dare pan back until the deed is done, allowing us a sort of keyhole look into his technique. And once he's hanging, there's no better way to relay the feel of the film than his mother walking in busy in her own thoughts, seeing him, pausing, and then continuing with her path. You don't know why she's indifferent to her son's apparent suicide, but you do know that we've entered a Swiftian, satirical world where things aren't exactly status quo.
As much as I love some of the more intricate and fancy credit sequences that hit screens today, I hold a large slab of appreciation for perfection in simplicity, and how an unassuming approach and a carefully shot scene can be just as powerful as an explosion of flair.