271 Quotes About Funeral

Unlike tires, life has no spare.

I pause as the clocks from Mother’s collection sound the hour. From every room come staggered chimes, cuckoos calling out. A moment later, the sound of ticking. The house a metronome. We are empty, as if our insides have been carved out. That is what death does, I think. It makes us into ticking clocks, in need of winding, hollow and mechanized.

Yet I stand, my back is arched Frederick Chopin, Funeral March Hands on the clock, they stop
They wave, they smile and say my time is up

Some people are gone, but not forgotten. Some are still here, but already forgotten.

In the middle of some of the most passionate debates, I often ask my patients, “At your funeral, will it matter?” And it is amazing how often that question is followed by absolute silence.

The merciless scent of flowers was so heavy here that it hung like mist on the cold air. The room was crowded with flowers. In the centre, on three shrouded trestles, Robert Gospell’s body lay in its coffin.

The corpse fluid had dripped onto the brown Carinthian suit of one of the pallbearers, & he vomited beside a funeral wreath propped up against a garden fence. On its black ribbon, in golden letters, was written A Last Goodbye.

A twisted countenance overcame her in death. Her cheeks and mouth were deeply sunken. Liver mortis dotted her face and hands. Moreover, the process of decomposition was so advanced, it was impossible to expect that the funeral guests remain seated, praying their rosary before her open coffin.

It’s funny, Lorraine said now, as the scene appeared in front of them. You always wonder about your funeral. How big? Who’ll show up? In the end it’s meaningless. You realize, once you die, that a funeral as for everyone else,not you.