I don’t like funerals at all… they are sad, and I hate watching my loved ones crying…And most o the times I have no idea of what to say to others to try to make them feel better.. they’re awkward for me…
Funerals are sometimes the toughest thing to go through but it is a passage way to another aspect of Life. It is also called a Celebration of Life for a loved one or friend who has passed over.
she stood above the casket with rage. she didn’t want to be here. she didn’t like funerals let alone her best friend’s funeral, which made her feel like crap. she couldn’t help but let the tears roll down her eyes. ” you promised me you’d be here for me whenever i needed you! and i need you now more than ever.. you lied. you lied” she whispered.
Death something missing loved ones gone forever until we met again in hevean everyone gathered to say one last goodbye but you can’t return it. One last time your not there to hear, see, or say. Goodbye but you don’t even know I’m here for you.
O god I thought here goes anoyjher one stop crying like an idiot, Is it the drink I had before I left that made me so emotional. Why is there no final good bye some sign. At one funeral some feathers fell down I thought it was an angel but it was a pigeon caught in the rafters !
It was a bright summer’s day. The hearse went past, decked with gaudy flowers, spelling out ‘Reg’, ‘Our Man’, and most heartbreakingly, ‘Dad’. Oh how we scoffed at the bad taste, sickening ourselves to the core.
when they stop by to pick me up to go to the funeral I was still getting ready, ironing a shirt and dancing in my underwear in the front room of the house I was staying at, playing REM really loud on the cassette player, so they had to hammer on the window; I decided not to explain , there were only four of us at the chapel, Paul the plumber said he expected him to flip up the lid and come out kicking like a chorus girl, it was a nice spot they found for him, the council, under the trees and in between an Irishman and a Chinese lady, hopefully they’d be good company, then we went to the Roebuck and drank rather too much in the afternoon all remembering his famous sayings, watch the animals, all speed and greed, yeah that’s what happened, speed and greed took over the world the way he said it was and it got so people like him couldn’t live at all.RIP John.
Death…pain for some. Grief of loss and joy of the heavenly afterlife. If only the world could last forever in a human lifetime. Happiness is where the heart is.
it was covered in flowers. each tiny colorful bloom, plucked from the ground to bring light and color to a dismal scene. tears petaled down from the faces, slapping unceremoniously into the blossoms. didn’t they remember that these flowers were dead too? once picked, they wouldn’t last but a day.
A place where people come together in remembrance of somebody they knew. It can be a time of joy or sorrow depending on the view of death. It should be a celebration of the spirit moving to new realms but instead is focused on those who cannot learn to let go.
one day a woman sat at her own grave, staring into the eternity her soul was damned to lead. she never cared about this before. she never thought things would erect such infamy..her times and trials in her own life beget eternal misery. make your moments last, make your actions affordable and appropriate to continue on in your quite attainable after-life.
funerals suck. i wonder what my funeral will look like. who will be there? will I even have one? Most importantly, when will it be? I need to know now so I can plan on not going. Why did I get sch a morbid word?
i wonder who will be at my funeral. i hope you will be. i know it’s harsh to say that i want to die before you. i also know it’s cliche to say that it’s because i wouldn’t be able to live without you if you died first. young love.
tragic event. when u lose a dear friend or a family member
a soul ascends to heavens
a body get cold, and even colder when it’s burried in dirt
just reminds you of the fact that, you’re on a trip
that might end anytime, and will end sooner or later
my daddy’s funeral was in an old house, a mansion really, that had been coverted in to a mortuarty. 50 years later i still get ill at the smell of a roomful of roses. my daddys burial was on a gray November day
death. misery. life. how a funeral brings life into the atmosphere of the world. Silent but the loudest of all things. A Funeral is a heavy burden to carry.
one day a woman sat at her own grave, staring into the eternity her soul was damned to lead. she never cared about this before. she never thought things would erect such infamy..her times and trials in her own life beget eternal misery.
a funeral is an event when someone dies. Family and friends gather to come together and celebrate the death of one person. It is a very sad atmosphere. People are most likely to wear black due to the sadness and melancholy. Many people read their memoirs with the person that has passed away and of course, people cry. In the Arab culture, the funeral is held at the mosque or matam or even at the grave yard itself. It is followed by priests reading prayers.
Death at a Funeral is a great movie… I’ve only seen parts of it and it looks hilarious. That dude was scared of that old ladie’s hat! Haha, I would be too… That was one ugly hat…
Her husband stood at the back of the church, a photograph clenched in his hands. She was his life, his love and his everything. Now all that was left was this torn photograph. What was he going to do with the rest of his life. His life after this funeral?
This is a celebration of life that has previously been lived. It is typically a sad event, despite being a celebration. A casket, flowers, and mournful relations. Black clothing.
One day a man was born. He was an amazing man. The next time that you see yourself in the mirror, think of the man. That man is you. The day that the man dies was the day that our earth collapsed. Look in the mirror, you are that man, you are everything in the world to yourself. Today is your funeral.
The good day. The day I kissed you good-bye. The day you left me for eternal sweetness, for love, and laughter. The day you left me in tears. The day I shall never forget. The day you left me for happiness and left me to weep with joyful tears. Goodbye.
The one in seventh grade with the warbling organ and the even warblier singer, my sister and I trying our hardest to contain our laughter, nothing funny in the death of our great grandmother, who sat at the kitchen table while my grandmother gave her her insulin shots, never practicing on an orange.
My grandfather didn’t have a funeral. It’s not like we didn’t love him or anything, but the last few days were like a funeral, but instead of standing around the casket we stood around him taking turns holding his hand which was the only thing he could do anymore. I slipped my pointer and middle fingers into the space like my mother showed me and almost immediately he reacted and squeezed as much as I knew he could. That’s how we said goodbye, and that’s how we knew he loved us.
The casket made its way closer and closer to the grave. She could hear muffled sobs coming all around her.
‘This is not how it is supposed to be.’ She thought as an all too familiar feeling erupted inside of her. The scene changed quickly, turning exactly how she remembered it. The black smoke flew puffed out of the chimney of the dark crematorium, and her father’s hand squeezed hers lightly as she looked up at him, longing for her mother, “So, I’m not going to see Mommy anymore?”
“No,” He replied, “Mommy is in a better place now.”
The funeral procession drifted among the elm trees like molasses. It made me wonder if the body was already liquefying in the summer sun, since they hadn’t found her yet.
THe casket made its way closer and closer to the grave. She could hear muffled sobs coming all around her. ‘This is not how it is supposed to be.’ She thought as an all too familiar feeling erupited inside of her. The scene changed quickly, turning exactly how she remembered it. The black smoke flew puffed out of the chimney of the dark crematorium, and her father’s hand squeezed hers lightly as she looked up at him, longing for her mother, “So, I’m not going to see Mommy anymore?”
“No,” He replied, “Mommy is in a better place now.”
Drizzly and gray, there are no words here. Just the rain and the didactic flow of mourning noises. So sharp and suave, and so out of touch in the deathly quiet where you take us now. To death.
The idea of a funeral is not a good one for me to dwell on right now. I have been thinking a lot about my sister Barb lately, who passed away just over 3 years ago, and I miss her so very much.
Ich wusste es nicht. Aber es ist irgendwie logisch. Ich lese über Selbstmord und hier kommt das Wort Begräbnis auf mich zugeflogen. Ich will noch nicht begraben werden. Noch lange nicht. Das Flattern in meinem Herzen ist lediglich Aufregung, Schlafmangel, vielleicht war es gestern doch ein Bier zu viel. Ich werde leben, und ich werde lang leben. Das Funeral ist vorerst für andere.
rain was puring over the land. the sky full of lightnings. noah looked sad on the land dying.
I don’t like funerals at all… they are sad, and I hate watching my loved ones crying…And most o the times I have no idea of what to say to others to try to make them feel better.. they’re awkward for me…
death is a hard thing to over come. You never know what it is or when it comes. it’s like art
Funerals are sometimes the toughest thing to go through but it is a passage way to another aspect of Life. It is also called a Celebration of Life for a loved one or friend who has passed over.
she stood above the casket with rage. she didn’t want to be here. she didn’t like funerals let alone her best friend’s funeral, which made her feel like crap. she couldn’t help but let the tears roll down her eyes. ” you promised me you’d be here for me whenever i needed you! and i need you now more than ever.. you lied. you lied” she whispered.
Death something missing loved ones gone forever until we met again in hevean everyone gathered to say one last goodbye but you can’t return it. One last time your not there to hear, see, or say. Goodbye but you don’t even know I’m here for you.
death.sad. people. food. sorrowful. agonizing. painful. good riddance. rest in peace. celebration. life. crying. singing. memories.
O god I thought here goes anoyjher one stop crying like an idiot, Is it the drink I had before I left that made me so emotional. Why is there no final good bye some sign. At one funeral some feathers fell down I thought it was an angel but it was a pigeon caught in the rafters !
It was a bright summer’s day. The hearse went past, decked with gaudy flowers, spelling out ‘Reg’, ‘Our Man’, and most heartbreakingly, ‘Dad’. Oh how we scoffed at the bad taste, sickening ourselves to the core.
death, coffin, people, suits, black, grave, ashes, hole, mourning, family, reverend, sombre, wake, wail, food, children, hats, wood, flowers, cross, jesus, dust, lower, heaven, hell, cemetry, unhappy, laughter
when they stop by to pick me up to go to the funeral I was still getting ready, ironing a shirt and dancing in my underwear in the front room of the house I was staying at, playing REM really loud on the cassette player, so they had to hammer on the window; I decided not to explain , there were only four of us at the chapel, Paul the plumber said he expected him to flip up the lid and come out kicking like a chorus girl, it was a nice spot they found for him, the council, under the trees and in between an Irishman and a Chinese lady, hopefully they’d be good company, then we went to the Roebuck and drank rather too much in the afternoon all remembering his famous sayings, watch the animals, all speed and greed, yeah that’s what happened, speed and greed took over the world the way he said it was and it got so people like him couldn’t live at all.RIP John.
Death…pain for some. Grief of loss and joy of the heavenly afterlife. If only the world could last forever in a human lifetime. Happiness is where the heart is.
it was covered in flowers. each tiny colorful bloom, plucked from the ground to bring light and color to a dismal scene. tears petaled down from the faces, slapping unceremoniously into the blossoms. didn’t they remember that these flowers were dead too? once picked, they wouldn’t last but a day.
A place where people come together in remembrance of somebody they knew. It can be a time of joy or sorrow depending on the view of death. It should be a celebration of the spirit moving to new realms but instead is focused on those who cannot learn to let go.
It rained the day of the funeral.
We were all standing around the grave, shivering in the damp coldness, hugging ourselves and each other.
Arms wrapped around out hearts, keeping our own lives safe, as we watched the burial of another.
one day a woman sat at her own grave, staring into the eternity her soul was damned to lead. she never cared about this before. she never thought things would erect such infamy..her times and trials in her own life beget eternal misery. make your moments last, make your actions affordable and appropriate to continue on in your quite attainable after-life.
funerals suck. i wonder what my funeral will look like. who will be there? will I even have one? Most importantly, when will it be? I need to know now so I can plan on not going. Why did I get sch a morbid word?
reno, home to my wheely push’7 fighly n
no
i said no
again no
STILL no
always going to be no
not changing from no
learn to take no for an answer
fer real
im not joking
just no.
i wonder who will be at my funeral. i hope you will be. i know it’s harsh to say that i want to die before you. i also know it’s cliche to say that it’s because i wouldn’t be able to live without you if you died first. young love.
tragic event. when u lose a dear friend or a family member
a soul ascends to heavens
a body get cold, and even colder when it’s burried in dirt
just reminds you of the fact that, you’re on a trip
that might end anytime, and will end sooner or later
my daddy’s funeral was in an old house, a mansion really, that had been coverted in to a mortuarty. 50 years later i still get ill at the smell of a roomful of roses. my daddys burial was on a gray November day
death. misery. life. how a funeral brings life into the atmosphere of the world. Silent but the loudest of all things. A Funeral is a heavy burden to carry.
one day a woman sat at her own grave, staring into the eternity her soul was damned to lead. she never cared about this before. she never thought things would erect such infamy..her times and trials in her own life beget eternal misery.
a funeral is an event when someone dies. Family and friends gather to come together and celebrate the death of one person. It is a very sad atmosphere. People are most likely to wear black due to the sadness and melancholy. Many people read their memoirs with the person that has passed away and of course, people cry. In the Arab culture, the funeral is held at the mosque or matam or even at the grave yard itself. It is followed by priests reading prayers.
Death at a Funeral is a great movie… I’ve only seen parts of it and it looks hilarious. That dude was scared of that old ladie’s hat! Haha, I would be too… That was one ugly hat…
Her husband stood at the back of the church, a photograph clenched in his hands. She was his life, his love and his everything. Now all that was left was this torn photograph. What was he going to do with the rest of his life. His life after this funeral?
This is a celebration of life that has previously been lived. It is typically a sad event, despite being a celebration. A casket, flowers, and mournful relations. Black clothing.
One day a man was born. He was an amazing man. The next time that you see yourself in the mirror, think of the man. That man is you. The day that the man dies was the day that our earth collapsed. Look in the mirror, you are that man, you are everything in the world to yourself. Today is your funeral.
The good day. The day I kissed you good-bye. The day you left me for eternal sweetness, for love, and laughter. The day you left me in tears. The day I shall never forget. The day you left me for happiness and left me to weep with joyful tears. Goodbye.
The one in seventh grade with the warbling organ and the even warblier singer, my sister and I trying our hardest to contain our laughter, nothing funny in the death of our great grandmother, who sat at the kitchen table while my grandmother gave her her insulin shots, never practicing on an orange.
My grandfather didn’t have a funeral. It’s not like we didn’t love him or anything, but the last few days were like a funeral, but instead of standing around the casket we stood around him taking turns holding his hand which was the only thing he could do anymore. I slipped my pointer and middle fingers into the space like my mother showed me and almost immediately he reacted and squeezed as much as I knew he could. That’s how we said goodbye, and that’s how we knew he loved us.
The casket made its way closer and closer to the grave. She could hear muffled sobs coming all around her.
‘This is not how it is supposed to be.’ She thought as an all too familiar feeling erupted inside of her. The scene changed quickly, turning exactly how she remembered it. The black smoke flew puffed out of the chimney of the dark crematorium, and her father’s hand squeezed hers lightly as she looked up at him, longing for her mother, “So, I’m not going to see Mommy anymore?”
“No,” He replied, “Mommy is in a better place now.”
The funeral procession drifted among the elm trees like molasses. It made me wonder if the body was already liquefying in the summer sun, since they hadn’t found her yet.
THe casket made its way closer and closer to the grave. She could hear muffled sobs coming all around her. ‘This is not how it is supposed to be.’ She thought as an all too familiar feeling erupited inside of her. The scene changed quickly, turning exactly how she remembered it. The black smoke flew puffed out of the chimney of the dark crematorium, and her father’s hand squeezed hers lightly as she looked up at him, longing for her mother, “So, I’m not going to see Mommy anymore?”
“No,” He replied, “Mommy is in a better place now.”
Drizzly and gray, there are no words here. Just the rain and the didactic flow of mourning noises. So sharp and suave, and so out of touch in the deathly quiet where you take us now. To death.
this is one of those words that has many emotions attached to it
it is hard to even think of something to even write
dead old man, crying people in a church with flowers, family and friends are unhappy
The idea of a funeral is not a good one for me to dwell on right now. I have been thinking a lot about my sister Barb lately, who passed away just over 3 years ago, and I miss her so very much.
Ich wusste es nicht. Aber es ist irgendwie logisch. Ich lese über Selbstmord und hier kommt das Wort Begräbnis auf mich zugeflogen. Ich will noch nicht begraben werden. Noch lange nicht. Das Flattern in meinem Herzen ist lediglich Aufregung, Schlafmangel, vielleicht war es gestern doch ein Bier zu viel. Ich werde leben, und ich werde lang leben. Das Funeral ist vorerst für andere.