“OK, look. I want a big funeral. All right? I'm talking epic. OK? Open bar, choir, Sabbath cover band, and Gary Busey reading the eulogy.”— Andrew Dabb, Dean Winchester, Jensen Ackles, imdb.com
“How do you greet people at a funeral in Ireland? Top o' the mourning!"”— MechanicalKevlar, reddit.com
“Me: "Do you mind if I say a word?" Widow: "Please do." Me: clears throat "Plethora." Widow: "Thank you. That means a lot.”— SnuggleMeister, reddit.com
“I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames. The light of that conflagration will fade away; my ashes will be swept into the sea by the winds. My spirit wil…”— Mary Shelley, amazon.com
“I've just heard that the bloke who invented predictive text has pissed away. His funfair is next monkey.”— EinsteinsAura, reddit.com
“Let us commend to the love of God with silent prayer the soul of a sinful man who partly tried to do his duty. It is by his wish that I say over his grave these words and no more.”— Katarzyna de Lazari-Radek, Peter Singer, amazon.com
“You attend the funeral, you bid the dead farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.”— Neil Gaiman, amazon.com
“Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.”— Rosamund Lupton, amazon.com
“If you wear black, then kindly, irritating strangers will touch your arm consolingly and inform you that the world keeps on turning. They're right. It does. However much you beg it to stop.”— Alan Moore, amazon.com