Quotes About Undertaker

I am and have been the reaper of wayward souls for a long time.

If you see me out on the street, you would see me in jeans and cut-off shirt riding a motorcycle.

The spook begins to interfere with the writer's normal mental processes. Sometimes the ghost, by appealing to the writer's sympathies, tempts the writer to imitate him in one way or another. Catherine says that, when I was working on Lovecraft, I even began to dress in the style affected by HPL, like that of a well-bred undertaker.

Boxing is the only sport you can get your brain shook, your money took and your name in the undertaker book.

You have to constantly change and evolve because people get bored. Look at The Undertaker: he's evolved so many times.

My uncle is a Southern planter. He's an undertaker in Alabama.

I've never been in the ring with The Undertaker.

If you're going to learn about entrances from anyone, you might learn from the Undertaker.

Getting to work with The Undertaker right off the bat was a tremendous opportunity. It was an opportunity to be a career-maker, and fortunately, I was able to take advantage of that.

The legacy that The Undertaker has had, I can't even put into words. He changed the landscape.

The old-school Undertaker is my legacy. It's probably what I'm going to be remembered for.

I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

The best match I've ever been in match-wise, I wrestled The Undertaker in France in a coliseum that was built in 300 A.D. by the Romans. It was the most amazing match I've ever been in.

Obviously, winning the World Heavyweight Championship was a memorable moment, but nothing tops the feeling of defeating the Undertaker.

As for character, there is no doubt that the greatest of all time is The Undertaker, right? Look at all the time he has spent in the business and everything he has achieved. He is one of the greatest in history, and I will remember him forever.

If it was up to me, I would be given ample time to do a full on performance. I would play all of the instruments that I can play, really show off to the world, then maybe have an Intercontinental title match and follow that up, maybe go out against somebody like The Undertaker or John Cena, anybody that can really top off a great performance.

Undertaker is another guy when he's around, I try to talk to him as much as possible. Yeah, but a lot of people are kind of intimidated by him. He's The Undertaker!

Growing up, I was a big boxing and wrestling fan. I love people like the Undertaker and Prince Naseem: they knew how to make a big entrance!

My interpermotional dream match would be with Undertaker. I respect who he is and what he has done in this buisnesss and is someone I've tried to mold myself after in many ways. I think it would be a classic Big man match.

I've often said the Undertaker is probably the guy who is at least as most respected as anybody who's ever been in the business. He is a locker room leader. He goes out and leads by example and he works hurt and guts it out and toughs it out.

I think that Undertaker, more than anybody in the industry, looks at his performance every single night, and no matter how good it is, even if it's perfect and sees it, that it could have been a little bit better. He's one of those guys.

Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.

The embalmer and undertaker opened Lincoln's coffin. He had been dead for eighteen days. Only chemicals and makeup had kept him presentable during the journey. At the beginning, at the White House funeral, Lincoln's face had looked almost natural. He had changed along the way. The face continued to darken, and more and more white face powder had to be applied. Lincoln no longer resembled a sleeping man. Now he looked like a ghastly, pale, waxlike statue.

the back of the building. As he expected, he found the proprietor building a coffin. The pieces of wood were varnished and decorated with fancy scrollwork depicting cherubs and flowers. Somebody important would be laid to rest in that coffin. "Looks like you already have some business," Luke said to the man. "I've brought you another customer." The undertaker was in his thirties, a dark-haired man with broad