#funeral

Funerals consist of older generations initiating the younger into another adulthood. Filling spaces of the one passed. ↗

— Darnell Lamont Walker

#initiation #death

A guy I grew up with recently died. I did attend his funeral, but only because I thought there’d be free food afterwards.
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— Jarod Kintz

#food #funeral #change

Anyway, they took her body to McBurney's Funeral Home in Motley. They'll be planting her tomorrow. ↗

— Peter Hedges

#death #funeral #death

When you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#death #funeral-rites #holden #hope

When the animals entered the Ark in pairs, one may imagine that allied species made much private remark on each other, and were tempted to think that so many forms feeding on the same store of fodder were eminently superfluous, as tending to diminish the rations.... The same sort of temptation befell the Christian Carnivora who formed Peter Featherstone's funeral procession; most of them having their minds bent on a limited store which each would have liked to get the most of. The long-recognized blood-relations and connexions by marriage made already a goodly number, which, multiplied by possibilities, presented a fine range for jealous conjecture and pathetic hopefulness. ↗

— George Eliot

#imagination

God helps everything come to pass. However, he reminds us that nothing comes to stay. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#death #family #friends #funerals #life

A wedding is a funeral where you smell your own flowers. ↗

— Eddie Cantor

#flowers #funeral #own #smell #wedding

My father always wanted to be the corpse at every funeral, the bride at every wedding and the baby at every christening. ↗

— Alice Roosevelt Longworth

#baby #bride #corpse #every #father

These funerals always appear to me the more indecent in a populous city, from the total indifference of the beholders, and the perfect unconcern with which they are beheld. ↗

— Karl Philipp Moritz

#appear #beheld #city #funerals #indecent

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory, Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#funeral #grief #love #mourning #poem