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The past is a funeral gone by.
No Mourners.
No Funerals.
Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.
I like a decent funeral, and God knows in my family we've seen enough of them. Looking through family photographs now is like watching an episode of 'Dad's Army.'
They say funerals are not for the dead but for the living. Those rites are what permit you to move on, so if you don't deal with the remains, you can never deal with the memories. That might be true; we may have walked in their dust down on Venice Minor, but it's not the same as a proper good-bye.
The funeral was not a funeral. Her family called it a memorial service, because they hadn't found Diana's body yet, but everyone in New Iberia called the hour at St. Peter's a funeral, either out of respect or ignorance. The boundary was hazy.
I don't believe in funerals. I believe in celebrating life, and showing people, while they're alive, how much I care about them. And I don't believe in this business of burial. I'm an organ donor. Whether its my skin or my eyeballs, use whatever bits are intact and put the rest in the garbage.
Memorial Service: Farewell party for someone who already left.
If you wish to live, you must first attend your own funeral.
There is the softest of sobbing as the coffin is lowered into the ground, but it is difficult to pinpoint who it is coming from, or if it is instead a collective sound of mingled sighs and wind and shifting feet.
I always thought that funerals were meant for the living to say good-bye to a loved one. I never would have guessed that it's actually the other way around.
Death comes as it pleases; it is no respecter of persons leaving memories and a fading sound of a familiar voice.
Death was a big part of my life growing up. I went to lots of funerals.
The purpose of a funeral service is to comfort the living. It is important at a funeral to display excessive grief. This will show others how kind-hearted and loving you are and their improved opinion of you will be very comforting.
Who embalms the Undertaker when he dies?
The chief mourner does not always attend the funeral.
Such a funny thing death is for mortals. You cry. You morn. You grieve. You get angry. But death is not always tragic, dear one. Sometimes death is the ultimate expression of love.
A grave, on which to rest from singing?
People ask me what makes a good funeral, and I tell them the most important thing is your man in the casket. If you have a man of substance in there, you have the makings of a first-class funeral.
There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
Love is the funeral of hearts.
Whoever mourns the dead mourns himself.
It is usual to place the corpse in an open coffin; and a priest, attended only by a boy of the choir, remains all night praying by the side of the dead body,
Death is the final dance of dreams, desires, loves and hopes.
In every parting there is an image of death.
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage.
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let's choose executors and talk of wills
should start preparing for my funeral. I had been
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, yadda yadda yadda.
There's a grave I need to visit.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee, when the senses decay and the mind moves in a narrower and narrower circle, when the grasshopper is a burden and the postman brings no letters, and even the Royal Family is no longer quite what it was, an obituary column stands fast.
I've just had some bad news. Tomorrow is the mother in law's funeral. And she's cancelled it.
There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.
There is a sort of melancholy pleasure to be had out of a funeral, with its pomp and ceremony, but I shrank from a death-bed.
I never imagined that something as solemn and final as death could be this idiotic. It was the keyhole through which I first glimpsed life's madness: the
institutions we believe in will pervert us, our loved ones will fail us, and death is a falling piano.
In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
It's important to attend funerals. It is important to view the body, they say, and to see it committed to earth or fire because unless you do that, the loved one dies for you again and again.
Tears for the mourners who are left behind
Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.
People naturally pay their respects to the dead. The person had, after all, just accomplished the personal, profound feat of dying.
Who would preach at the funeral? This was a question (like who cuts the barber's hair)
There must be some unwritten law that says about fifty people have to move into your house when somebody dies. If it weren't for the smell of death clinging to the walls, you might think it was your family's turn to host the month neighborhood potluck supper. A little beef and bingo at the Nugents'.
You do not always say goodbye to those you love beside a deathbed, in an atmosphere of leisure and incense.
In loving memory from the Family.
I've a great fancy to see my own funeral afore I die.
To waste! You are unknown and unwanted, save by me. This, because you are fairly adept at the various embalming arts and you occasionally compose a clever epitaph.
Juliana imagined her funeral: a formless crowd of people in a trivial location, chatting amongst themselves, saying things like, "Oh thank God. Finally.
Why will I bury you? So that one day I might disturb your grave.
Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.
Life is but a story told at one's funeral
A mother burying her child is the only thing that could make one truly long for death - if only for the sliver of hope that she might glimpse her child again.
She had not died there. A funeral is not death, any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which society would measure the quick motions of man.
LIFE IS LIVE ITS OWN..OTHERS HELP IS NEEDED IN FUNERALS ONLY
To mourn deeply for the death of another loosens from myself the petty desire for, and the animal adherence to life. We have gained the end of the philosopher, and view without shrinking the coffin and the pall.
The postmortem readjustment is one that many of us have had to make when our parents die. The parental door against which we have spent a lifetime pushing finally gives way, and we lurch forward, unprepared and disbelieving, into the rest of our lives.
You've mourned. Now it's time to live.
If you hear I'm dead, don't come to my funeral.
While you are living, part of you has slipped away to the cemetery.
I've never been a fan of funerals for more than the obvious reasons. Of the emotions, mourning in particular feels like something that should be sacred and intensely private.
We don't do funerals in my family.
Death is not my best subject.
Despite what legend might have us believe, death is not proud, it isn't fanfare and trumpet blasts. It is quiet but unassailable, absent one minute and absolute the next
Hired mourners at a funeral say and do - A little more than they whose grief is true
Funerals cost so much money, and are likely to be an additional source of stress in this recession - it's sad that we don't have a more humane, less commercialized way to approach burial.
Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect of grating incongruity as the sound of a coarse voice breaking the solemn silence of night.
I decided, then, that funerals are for the living
I foresee a great funeral contest over me.
Love is loveliest when embalmed in tears
Better to rest in peace than rot in pieces
Let us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you and me.
We weep as we witness the dead of a loved one.
If I talk about my father's funeral, as I did when I was promoting the last novel, 'Being Dead,' I'm not going to tell any lies, but there are certain things I'm not going to tell you, and I'm certainly not going to tell my grief.
Death's the discharge of our debt of sorrow.
Absolutely no religious rites of any kind, relating to any religious faith, should be associated with my funeral
Most souls attend their funerals and have some feelings about them, but it's such an individual event. Some souls don't care what happens to their physical bodies. They see the funeral as a ritual for the living so they don't always attend.
I will teach you my townspeople how to perform a funeral for you have it over a troop of artists unless one should scour the world you have the ground sense necessary.
We cry in our own rooms, remembering a man who will never be here again.The house creaks. Maybe it feels the weight of our grief, maybe the floorboards are buckling because the burden is too heavy.
Death is a convention, a certification to the end of pain, something for the vital statistics book, not binding upon anyone but the keepers of graveyard records.
Funerals aren't scheduled.
The funeral procession departed King's Landing
I hunted all through the four Gospels trying to find one of Christ's funeral sermons, but I couldn't find any. I found He broke up every funeral He ever attended! Death couldn't exist where He was.
I could not escape a feeling that this was my own funeral, and you do not cry in that case.
You know all my life I've hated funerals. The fuss and bother never brings anybody back. It just spoils remembering them as they really are. And when I see people actually facing it that way, I have to act like a sap.
Funeral pomp is more for the vanity of the living than for the honor of the dead.
The death of loved ones often awakens the death inside of us.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
There is a time when death is an event, an ad-venture, and as such mobilizes, interests, activates, tetanizes. And then one day it is no longer an event, it is another duration, compressed, insignificant, not narrated, grim, without recourse: true mourning not susceptible to any narrative dialectic.
Why should i go to his funeral? He ain't comming to mine.
Sometimes we grieve the living more than the dead.
I mourned for a life that I'd lost.
One friend dies and we remain indifferent; another dies, perhaps less intimate, and we see ourselves as dead, and weep, mourn, tear our hair or find ourselves caught up in the madness of the wake, competing with others as to who was closest, now suffers most.
A Christian funeral should be a coronation ceremony, a statement to the world about eternal life.
You mourn, for it is proper to mourn. But your grief serves you; you do not become a slave to grief. You bid the dead farewell, and you continue.
The Bible is not a script for a funeral service, but it is the record of God always bringing life where we expected to find death. Everywhere it is the story of resurrection.
Don't grieve. Don't grieve. I shall be there/Look for my footprint on the air.
How people die remains in the memory of those who live on
There are few of us but who have been touched somehow by death. Some may not have been touched closely by it nor yet have kept vigil with it, but somewhere along our lives, most of us are sorely bereft of someone near and deeply cherished - and all of us will some day meet it face to face.
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
My Body is graveyard of my Heart And Soul
Death is sad, but to those closest to the deceased it is greater than that, it is a catastrophe, an off-the-Richter-scale, ground-shaking earthquake, a gale force fuck hurricane, a three-story-high rolling tsunami that knocks you flat, sweeps you away and strips you bare.