Quotes About Funeral

We're passionate musicians, but we felt classical concerts were more like a funeral because nobody talked and everybody was dressed so conservatively. We thought that's kind of strange, because music is full of life! We thought we could break through that barrier with theater and comedy elements.

Life is the tragedy," she said bitterly. "You know how they categorize Shakespeare's plays, right? If it ends with a wedding, it's a comedy. And if it ends with a funeral, it's a tragedy. So we're all living tragedies, because we all end the same way, and it isn't with a goddamned wedding.

You know how they categorize Shakespeare's plays, right? If it ends with a wedding, it's a comedy. And if it ends with a funeral, it's a tragedy.

The act of immolation is first described in Greek texts, quoting from earlier accounts referring to incidents of the fourth century BC. Widows are burnt on the funeral pyres of their dead husbands among the Katheae (Kshatriya or khattiya) in the Punjab. Unable to explain this practice the author remarks that it was an attempt to prevent wives from poisoning their husbands!

They put Omani in his box, They're using nails instead of locks. But at his funeral don't despair, The chances are he won't be there.

What time is the funeral" " Two pm." "Are you going, Sergeant?" "Yes." "Can anyone go?" "Anyone can go Beula, but only good people with respectful intentions should attend don't you think? Without Tilly's tolerance and generosity, her patience and skills, our lives - mine especially - would not have been enriched. Since you are not sincere about her feelings or about her dear mother and only want to go to stickybeak - well it's just plain ghoulish isn't it?

Success is a public affair. Failure is a private funeral.

I've been told by a couple of knowledgeable elders that you should not wear red at a funeral, or for a year after someone close to you dies. Red is the fire, the doorway to the spirit world. Who knows how long until they are done walking. When the dead see flashes of red as they pass on their journey, they are confused. They think a door is opening and it distracts them from their task, which is to reach a place where we are nothing to them.

And although the mourners well hid their irritation, it was inevitable that there were some who were impatient. If you are dead, stay dead, someone muttered.

THE PARENTS HAD been close in college but hadn't gotten together as a group since then. Until they picked this season for their offensively long reunion. One had been heard to say: "Our last hurrah." It sounded like bad acting in a stupid play. Another one non-joked, "After this, we'll see each other next at someone's funeral." None of them cracked a smile.

You agree that, yes, it is astounding, the human ability to eat at seemingly inappropriate times, like after a funeral, or at a charity luncheon featuring a Holocaust survivor flown in from Amsterdam.

Nothing seems true today except the death of the goldfish who used to make love at ninety kilometers an hour in the pool. The maid has given him a Christian burial. To the worms! To the worms!

You broke me bodily. The heart ain't the half of it, And I'll never learn to laugh at it In my good natured way. In fact, I'm laughing less in general, But I learned a lot at my own funeral. And I knew you'd be the death of me, So I guess that's the price I pay.

On the day of the funeral he had stood behind me in the rain and let the water wash over him, the drops falling from the brim of his hat like tears

Era un vaquero, señor, y le encantaba la tierra. Le gustaba tanto que se hizo una mujer fuera de la suciedad y se casó con ella. Pero cuando él la besó, ella se desintegró. Más tarde, en el funeral, cuando el predicador dijo: "El polvo al polvo", se echó a reír a algunas personas, y el vaquero les dispararon. En su ahorcamiento, le dijo a los otros, "voy a estar esperando en el cielo --- con un arma."

I remember from my father's funeral that the minister kept using a metaphor about life of a prism. And I took that away like a cherished image.

Right after her funeral I felt the way you feel when it suddenly starts raining hard, and you look around and find no place to take shelter.

When I vacate this sack of old bones I won't care what you do with it. Bury or burn it but don't make much fuss.

I tell my children now that they are older, 'If something happens to me... don't make no big fuss over me. Don't make no big expense on my funeral. Don't put any pressure on the rest of the family. I've loved everybody, and I hope they loved me. But don't create this big expense for the family.'

Every retreat is a kind of funeral cortège, and the thing that has died is confidence.

The funeral was beautiful. I didn't mind it, really. It wasn't exactly Pop's funeral, to me. When I'd been alone with him, there in the little room, well, that was it, as far as I was concerned. I'd said good-bye to him, sort of, then. This was just something you had to go through with, on account of other people and out of respect for Pop.

There are so many cruel decisions parents have to make when their child dies. The funeral director requested a sheet for the coffin, and I sent the cozy flannel one, pale blue with happy snowmen, that had just been put away with the winter linens.

People don't understand that all presidents, the minute they become president, get a knock at the door. And there's a man there saying, 'Let's talk about your funeral.' At the time I thought, God, that's a terrible thing. Later on, I thought it was pretty wise.

It is my last wish to be burried sitting up.