Quotes About Memorial

Hello, sir. Yes...Uh-huh...Yes...You say that you want to bury your aunt with a Christmas tree in her coffin? Uh-huh...She wanted it that way...I'll see what I can do for you, sir. Oh, you have the measurements of the coffin with you? Very good...We have our coffin-sized Christmas trees right over here, sir.

I wouldn't mind that as my epitaph.

There be of them, that have left a name behind them, that their praises might be reported. And some there be, which have no memorial; who are perished, as though they had never been; and are become as though they had never been born; and their children after them. — ECCLESIASTICUS 44:8–9 Barn

I have conquered them all, but I am standing amongst graves

Lydia supposed his headstone had been ordered. Something large and garish made of the finest marble and phallic shaped because being dead didn't stop you from being a dick.

Lydia supposed his headstone had been ordered. Something large and garish made of the finest marble and phallic shaped because being dead didn't stop you from being a dick.

Posterity allows to every man his true value and proper honours.

Gold once out of the earth is no more due unto it; what was unreasonably committed to the ground, is reasonably resumed from it; let monuments and rich fabricks, not riches, adorn men's ashes.

The whole earth is the sepulchre of famous men.

If free men refused to look at dead bodies then brave men will have died in vain.

If so men's memories not a monument be, None shalt thou have. Warm hearts, and not cold stone, Must mark thy grave, or thou shalt lie, unknown. Marbles keep not themselves; how then, keep thee?

There should be a burnished tablet let into the ground on the spot where some courageous man first ate Stilton cheese, and survived.

Happy Memorial Day! Thank you to all our service men and women past and present. You are not forgotten!

The cemetery is filled with indispensable men.

One cannot pass by without thinking of the density of men in the ground.

Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.

When a man dies he kicks the dust.

I wanted Cathy and Irving to actually say 'I do' and be pronounced husband and wife on Feb. 5, which is my mom's birthday.

[on Queen Mother] Our country is the richer for her life and the poorer at her death.

George Jones may be gone but his music will live on forever. What a great voice and a great friend.

When I die, I want them to play The Black and Crazy Blues, I want to be cremated, put in a bag of pot and I want beautiful people to smoke me and hope they got something out of it.

Johnny Cashs' face belongs on Mount Rushmore.

I don't mind if my skull ends up on a shelf as long as it's got my name on it.

Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.