Whoever is not confined to a coffin should celebrate, even if life is all he has.

The mere sight of coffin sends people quivering and shivering with nausea and phobia

Our loved ones may be nailed in a coffin but their epitaph is nailed in our hearts. Death cannot kill love.

The coffin is such a loathsome thing; the producer doesn’t need it, the seller doesn’t want it, the buyer doesn’t use it, the user doesn’t see it; and yet it must be bought.

It is highly un-African to casually puke out obituary announcement to a close relative except the announcer is pricing strangulation or has bought a second coffin for the recipient or himself. It is much better to tactfully preface the issue with preambles and have others present whose presence will prevent stories that touch the heart.