Quotes about Funeral

He would make a lovely corpse.

Drive him fast to his tomb. This, from Jacques.

They'd put an awning up over the gravesite but the weather was all sideways and it did no good.

The orchestra had ceased and were now climbing onto their chairs, with their instruments. The floral offerings flew; the coffin teetered. Catch it! a voice shouted. They sprang forward, but the coffin crashed heavily to the floor, coming open. The corpse tumbled slowly and sedately out and came to rest with its face in the center of a wreath. Play something! the proprietor bawled, waving his arms; play! Play!

He, at this very moment, issues invitations by the millions. He whispers through the kindness of a grandparent, shouts through the tempest of a tsunami. Through the funeral he cautions, "Life is fragile." Through a sickness he reminds, "Days are numbered." God may speak through nature or nurture, majesty or mishap. But through all and to all he invites: "Come, enjoy me forever.

Wherefore all these last offices and ceremonies that concern the dead, the careful funeral arrangements, and the equipment of the tomb, and the pomp of obsequies, are rather the solace of the living than the comfort of the dead. If a costly burial does any good to a wicked man, a squalid burial, or none at all, may harm the godly.

Since you act as though God is dead, I wanted to join you in the mourning. The reply of Martin Luther's wife, in full funeral regalia, in trying to illustrate the folly of his depressed state.

to have a future instead of a funeral, various tribes must strive to obey Ephesians 4:3, where Paul commands us to be "eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit.

When the Holy Father passed away in 2005, Laura, Dad, Bill Clinton, and I flew together to his funeral in Rome. It was the first time an American president had attended the funeral of a pope, let alone brought two of his predecessors.

We saw also an autograph letter of Lucrezia Borgia, a lady for whom I have always entertained the highest respect, on account of her rare histrionic capabilities, her opulence in solid gold goblets made of gilded wood, her high distinction as an operatic screamer, and the facility with which she could order a sextuple funeral and get the corpses ready for it.

As a pastor, you get invited into the most poignant moments of people's lives. Whether it's a wedding or a funeral or a hospital visit, you get invited into the center of the event, whether or not you know the people.

I get my exercise being a pallbearer for those of my friends who believed in regular running and calisthenics.