Quotes About Funeral

Virtually every civilized society today holds sacred the right to peaceably bury their dead.

you seldom hear, at a funeral, a friend of the deceased saying, "What do you expect, she wore L'Heure Bleue

Hay cosas de las que la gente nunca habla. No me refiero a las cosas difíciles, como el amor, sino a las más bochornosas, como por ejemplo que los funerales a veces son divertidos o que es emocionante ver arder un edificio. El funeral de Michael fue maravilloso.

I'm sure there's a protocol for meeting a spouse who's been cremated, but I'm pretty much at a loss. Am I supposed to say hello? Shake his handle?

Those were the only tears, that was the only smile, evoked from any human skull at the funeral of William Crow.

I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car.

Thou hast death in thy house, and dost bewaile anothers.

And a funeral, I found out, is like a wedding in reverse, with less time to plan.

When I die, ' I said to my friend, 'I'm not going to be embalmed. I'm going to be dipped.' Milk chocolate or bittersweet was the immediate concern.

A funeral is no place for secrets.

Do you know how wizards like to be buried?""Yes!""Well, how?"Granny Weatherwax paused at the bottom of the stairs."Reluctantly.

To hear how much of a great human being you were — even if you really weren't — open your ears at your funeral.

I was dead, and I hadn't even been able to attend my own funeral.

This stupidity of sounding a siren and speeding through traffic with a coffin must be an African speciality.

They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad to realize I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.

No matter how rich you become how famous or powerful when you die the size of your funeral will still pretty much depend on the weather.

I have a hat. It is graceful and feminine and give me a certain dignity, as if I were attending a state funeral or something. Someday I may get up enough courage to wear it, instead of carrying it.

There was one thing more he wanted from this funeral. He wanted to see the hearse pass by again, the body tilted for viewing, a digital corpse, a loop, a replication. It did not seem right that the hearse had come and gone. He wanted it to reappear at intervals, proud body open to the night, to replenish the sorrow and wonder of the crowd.

My uncle told a great story with his life, but I think there was such a sadness at his funeral because his story wasn't finished. If you aren't telling a good story, nobody thinks you died too soon; they just think you died. But my uncle died too soon.

We were heading into the clumsy territory of my mother's funeral, stretched-out silences, wrong smiles, the place where words didn't work.

Well, her funeral is over, I hope, and her hymn sung; and our ears shan't be tortured with that discord and jargon. It has made me nervous. Sit down here, beside me; sit close; hold my hand; press it hard-hard-harder.

President Andrew Jackson had rather a foul mouth and owned a parrot. You can probably see where this is going... one shouldn't laugh, but his parrot of course picked up a number of his rather vulgar words, and once had to be ejected after repeating a number of them at a funeral.

I hate to say this, but I'll repeat it: After death, all we know that you do is stink.

Big Angel was late to his own mother's funeral.