Quotes About Funeral

The only thing she really enjoyed was a funeral. You knew where you were with a corpse. Nothing more could happen to it. But while there was life there was fear.

Well, we could have a jolly funeral, you know, said Dan. We looked at him in such horror that Dan hastened to apologize.

What I had against Mr. Dawson, said Miss Cornelia, was the unmerciful length of his prayers at a funeral. It actually came to such a pass that people said they envied the corpse. He surpassed himself at Letty Grant's funeral. I saw her mother was on the point of fainting so I gave him a good poke in the back with my umbrella and told him he'd prayed long enough.

If you're dressed for my funeral, it's too casual. If it's just street clothes, then you must be scaring the tourists.

I knew I wouldn't get an invitation. I would be lucky to get an invitation to my own funeral, with my reputation.

I would be lucky to get an invitation to my own funeral, with my reputation.

Maybe we'll run away to South America after the funeral and raise goats

ADDER, n. A species of snake. So called from its habit of adding funeral outlays to the other expenses of living.

You know what all the plutonium can buy me?" "Yeah it'll buy you one hell of a funeral!" Angel says angrily to man who was behind everything!

We make mistakes, we have our faults, and God knows some of us have more than our share, but when danger threatens and duty calls, we go smiling to our own funeral.

My VIP patients often regret so many things on their deathbeds. They regret the bitterness they'll leave in people's hearts. They realize the no money, no church service, no eulogy, no funeral procession no matter how elaborate, can remove the legacy of a mean spirit.

At the funeral my stitches were itching like crazy, but it didn't bother me much because I was like totally tripping on the codeine they'd prescribed for the pain. They cremated my mom and stuffed her ashes into a pine box and put an eight-by-ten photo next to it. In the photo she was wearing too much makeup and it made me want to smash it with my fist.

They did not like to know whose body they were burning. It gave them a personality. An identity. Someone's child. Someone's parent. Names made them wonder of the life lead by the dead before they came to the funeral pyre. The sufferings they left behind, and the desires they still clung too. Such thoughts made it difficult for them to sleep. Burning a nameless corpse was so much better—like burning garbage, a chore that did not stir a thought or a feeling.

He looked through the bars thoughtfully, then back at me. "I'll never forget how she went to you after Lois's funeral that day," he said. "She's a very intuitive little girl, and that moment told me something about you." "It did?" I asked. He nodded. "It told me you're someone worth fighting for," he said.

The confusing signals, the impurity of the signal, gives you verisimilitude, as when you attend a funeral and notice that it's being poorly done.

The present is the funeral of the past, And man the living sepulchre of life.

You can spend your whole life trying to be popular, but at the end of the day, the size of the crowd at your funeral will be largely dictated by the weather.

Realizing that life is precious the natural tendency is to trample on it, like laughing at a funeral.

Life for the majority of the population. Is an unlovely struggle against unfair odds. Culminating in a cheap funeral.

and a person is dead.

The phone rang. She looked, and her heart sank. Speak of the devil. But if she had a choice between discussing her own funeral with the catering lady and talking to

it would be lovely if he and his wife would succeed in dying before the matter of inherited property was finally settled. Then the person giving the speech at the funeral would be able to say that until the very end they had been able to pursue what they loved: sailing. [p. 121]

Stormy died in her sleep last night. The funeral is in Rhode Island on Wednesday. I just thought you'd want to know.

According to most studies, people's number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. Death is number two! Does that sound right? That means to the average person, if you go to a funeral, you're better off in the casket than doing the eulogy.