Sometimes I think about my funeral. Since I don’t decide yet about what I want them to do with my body after I die, I believe there won’t be any funeral for me. A literal one, at least.
Death. The end. Nearly inevitably a sad event, but sometimes can also be a celebration. I want Ottoman by Vampire weekend to play at my funeral, at the moment. I might change my mind.
Sadness.Memories.Those are the words that flash to my mind.I only remember attending one.Not even my own Grandma’s.I see people cry around me.I see sadness.I look at the body o the person whom I once knew.And I feel … nothing.
The last time I went to a funeral was when my dad’s friend died, from church. The last funeral I went to that actually meant something to me was my grandmother. My mom’s mom passed away about 3 years ago. It was so heartbreaking to see my mom in pain.
she was lying on the coffin and she looked as frail and transparent as a child striaght out of the womb. Her skin was too waxy- I wanted to touch her hand, maybe kiss her sweet cheek but the deadness scared me.
death. my grandmother whom i miss dearly. my little sister crying in histerics but wouldnt let me hold her because she didnt want ppl knowing she was crying. my mom having to be on meds because she was such an emotional wreck. seeing my father crying for the first time. for being almost a yr ago, it feels like yesterday.
funeral food. funeral air. funeral smiles. funeral smell. funeral fun. funeral time. funeral fools. death in denial. death made real. death made palatable. funerals food.
I don’t like to go to funerals. They are where you go when you say goodbye to the one’s you love. I hope i don’t go to many funerals in my life. I’ve already been to two and I’m still young. Nobody should ever have to go through with funerals
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I went to a funeral four days ago and the body screamed at me; the casket was deepy upset with the whole debacle and sent four letters of complaint to Ofcom. I don’t think I’ll go to their next one.
I have only ever attended a single funeral. It was for a many named Gary. He was amazing. For most of his life he donated his time. I knew him from Girl Scouting. He was the first camp director for Camp Artemis. A Girl run, Girl lead leadership camp. We wrote a song about him: Gary Bear. We sing it every year at camp Reunion. The new girls don’t understand but I know what its all about.
Oh great I get the most depressing word EVER.
I’ve never been to a funeral before, but I bet it’s so depressing.
And why do people always have to wear black? Can’t you wear bright colours in celebration?
I know that if I died I want everyone to wear rainbow colours and have a PROPER PARTY!
the funeral and my couisn, my tall cousin crying and I was trying to figure out just why she never loved my like she loved my sister. second best. always second best. and the sun shinning all the while.
I’ve been to many different funerals. Overall, I could probably count over 25. I’ve seen family, friends, and strangers, and somehow, I feel indifferent to all of them. Is this the end of their life, or the beginning? I hope it’s the beginning.
om god how sad I hate attending these the last one I attended was my grandfathers and it was nice for a funeral his ahes were ditributed behind a garry oak tree so forever he will remain apart of life. I miss him so, i love my grandma and i bet she misses him too. i’m so glad pictures were invented so at least we can keep fave memories of our loved ones that is important cause i think it makes you feel close to them.
I dream I was dead. I was in my funeral. No, it was yours, but I feel that when you are not here, I´m not here.
What I feel about us, I will never feel with anyone, maybe for some time. I will be born again, maybe a funeral is the “pre” to be born. Maye we need to die to live.
Maybe, I just enjoy about being.
Death.
the longest five letters known to man. the beging marked with a ceremony.
I hope for my funeral.
I would reather have one early than not aty all.
If i do not have a funeral, i would know that i have died alone.
Funeral. She sat there in her black dress and dark sunglasses covering her eyes. She tried not to cry. It was an impossible feat. She was burying her baby.
He couldn’t go to his parents’ funeral. At that time he was barely able to speak, let alone stand. The doctors asked him if he remembered them or what happened to them, but the answer was always no. It gave me a sick feeling in my stomach, a feeling I wasn’t used to.
Death of a loved one. Don’t wanna see them go. Feeling alone. Pressure to release tears. Uncomfortable. Life after death. The cycle. Sigh. Eternal Sigh. Pressure. Darkness. White Light. Love. Or loss of love.
the saddest truth of life is death and funerals are a constant remnder where people commune in black clothing and sit with somber expressions upon their faces. whether you know the deceased well or not, there is always a form of emotion, even if you dont realise it.
Funeral. Standing forlorn over the hole, its not square it’s circular. There is no coffin it’s a treasure chest. The body isn’t laying delicately, but folded efficiently, and the chest isn’t decrepid, but glorious.
the family sat alone on a sunday morning. Alone, but together in mourning. As the time went by the silence grew lowder. Then was sudenly broken by a church bell. It was time. Time to put to rest what was already gone, never to return.
this is something that no one looks forward too. although there is death at the same time there is rebirth, a new place, a new path, and lets hope they were doing the right thing when they were on the earth so that when they pass away they go to better and greater places. Here we should laugh during birth we should cry Thank YOU Jesus.
we had no idea it was coming. when we got there we had no idea how it would end. now that its over, we cant even tell you what really happened. but it was definitely a funeral.
Sad. thats all i can think of it makes me miss my granDmother. the greatest compliment i have ever recieved was that i was exactly like her. i cry at funerals. i never cry anywhere else. its just overwhelming and makes me question my faith so much.
My aunt died two weeks ago. I didn’t make it to the funeral – my daughter’s twins arrived. A strange juxtaposition of dying and arriving. My cousins understood – they stood by the graveside without my arms around them, then sent messages of congratulations to me. Sometimes families are wonderful.
miranda wore white
and didn’t care what betony’s mother would say
she drifted to the coffin with a rose
and covered its petals in lipstick and tears
and placed it between the cold folded hands
and was pulled away when they shut her up
in a box where no one could see those hands squeeze the thorns until they broke through the skin
and the blood ran, very alive
i havent been to one in a while…. but the first one i ever attended was my cousin’s… and i dont think it could have been sadder…. suicide funerals are the worst… at least when one dies of old age or from a horrible disease you know it was their time and they are put out of their misery…
dizzy, cloying
you didn’t want to be here
so you hid yourself away
and now the taste of the cookies you shouldn’t have eaten won’t leave your mouth
you didn’t want to be here
crying on the pantry floor
alone
my aunt peggy’s funeral was perhaps the saddest one i have ever been to in my life. watching my uncle and 17 year old cousin play hosts to the friends and family devastated by her death was so hard. i loved seeing amy’s friends share their memories of peggy. i miss her so much. i never want to go to another funeral.
the funeral started before we were ready. there wasn’t enough time to think about it. but the blue ceiling was spinning, spinning. i couldn’t think of anything other than that blue. wouldn’t think of the black and lacquer
The horrible pain of knowing someone you loved is gone, standing in the cold and the rain looking at a hole in the ground, feeling a hole in your heart where that person used to be. The final goodbye, your last chance for closure.
funerals are sad, death is frightening, tears, blackness, fear, people crying and comforting each other to remember the person they have all lost, emptiness, loneliness, pain
Paying your respects to loved ones who have passed away.
sad day loss and suffering family and bonding finality flowers and earth sky and clouds trees and breeze
Sometimes I think about my funeral. Since I don’t decide yet about what I want them to do with my body after I die, I believe there won’t be any funeral for me. A literal one, at least.
Death. The end. Nearly inevitably a sad event, but sometimes can also be a celebration. I want Ottoman by Vampire weekend to play at my funeral, at the moment. I might change my mind.
Sadness.Memories.Those are the words that flash to my mind.I only remember attending one.Not even my own Grandma’s.I see people cry around me.I see sadness.I look at the body o the person whom I once knew.And I feel … nothing.
The last time I went to a funeral was when my dad’s friend died, from church. The last funeral I went to that actually meant something to me was my grandmother. My mom’s mom passed away about 3 years ago. It was so heartbreaking to see my mom in pain.
she was lying on the coffin and she looked as frail and transparent as a child striaght out of the womb. Her skin was too waxy- I wanted to touch her hand, maybe kiss her sweet cheek but the deadness scared me.
death. my grandmother whom i miss dearly. my little sister crying in histerics but wouldnt let me hold her because she didnt want ppl knowing she was crying. my mom having to be on meds because she was such an emotional wreck. seeing my father crying for the first time. for being almost a yr ago, it feels like yesterday.
funeral food. funeral air. funeral smiles. funeral smell. funeral fun. funeral time. funeral fools. death in denial. death made real. death made palatable. funerals food.
I don’t like to go to funerals. They are where you go when you say goodbye to the one’s you love. I hope i don’t go to many funerals in my life. I’ve already been to two and I’m still young. Nobody should ever have to go through with funerals
I’VE ALREADY HAD THIS WORD, GIVE ME A DIFFERENT WORD!!!!!!!! :l This sixty seconds is taking its time. Thirty down, thirty to go. My phone just vibrated. lakJFBAFDBJHbkijhfbaf. Sigh. Ooh my tea is ready!
I went to a funeral four days ago and the body screamed at me; the casket was deepy upset with the whole debacle and sent four letters of complaint to Ofcom. I don’t think I’ll go to their next one.
I have only ever attended a single funeral. It was for a many named Gary. He was amazing. For most of his life he donated his time. I knew him from Girl Scouting. He was the first camp director for Camp Artemis. A Girl run, Girl lead leadership camp. We wrote a song about him: Gary Bear. We sing it every year at camp Reunion. The new girls don’t understand but I know what its all about.
Oh great I get the most depressing word EVER.
I’ve never been to a funeral before, but I bet it’s so depressing.
And why do people always have to wear black? Can’t you wear bright colours in celebration?
I know that if I died I want everyone to wear rainbow colours and have a PROPER PARTY!
the funeral and my couisn, my tall cousin crying and I was trying to figure out just why she never loved my like she loved my sister. second best. always second best. and the sun shinning all the while.
I’ve been to many different funerals. Overall, I could probably count over 25. I’ve seen family, friends, and strangers, and somehow, I feel indifferent to all of them. Is this the end of their life, or the beginning? I hope it’s the beginning.
om god how sad I hate attending these the last one I attended was my grandfathers and it was nice for a funeral his ahes were ditributed behind a garry oak tree so forever he will remain apart of life. I miss him so, i love my grandma and i bet she misses him too. i’m so glad pictures were invented so at least we can keep fave memories of our loved ones that is important cause i think it makes you feel close to them.
I dream I was dead. I was in my funeral. No, it was yours, but I feel that when you are not here, I´m not here.
What I feel about us, I will never feel with anyone, maybe for some time. I will be born again, maybe a funeral is the “pre” to be born. Maye we need to die to live.
Maybe, I just enjoy about being.
Death.
the longest five letters known to man. the beging marked with a ceremony.
I hope for my funeral.
I would reather have one early than not aty all.
If i do not have a funeral, i would know that i have died alone.
Funeral. She sat there in her black dress and dark sunglasses covering her eyes. She tried not to cry. It was an impossible feat. She was burying her baby.
He couldn’t go to his parents’ funeral. At that time he was barely able to speak, let alone stand. The doctors asked him if he remembered them or what happened to them, but the answer was always no. It gave me a sick feeling in my stomach, a feeling I wasn’t used to.
Death of a loved one. Don’t wanna see them go. Feeling alone. Pressure to release tears. Uncomfortable. Life after death. The cycle. Sigh. Eternal Sigh. Pressure. Darkness. White Light. Love. Or loss of love.
the saddest truth of life is death and funerals are a constant remnder where people commune in black clothing and sit with somber expressions upon their faces. whether you know the deceased well or not, there is always a form of emotion, even if you dont realise it.
loss sadness when shall we meet again. lives so short. living is hard. i dont wont to be alone
Funeral. Standing forlorn over the hole, its not square it’s circular. There is no coffin it’s a treasure chest. The body isn’t laying delicately, but folded efficiently, and the chest isn’t decrepid, but glorious.
the family sat alone on a sunday morning. Alone, but together in mourning. As the time went by the silence grew lowder. Then was sudenly broken by a church bell. It was time. Time to put to rest what was already gone, never to return.
this is something that no one looks forward too. although there is death at the same time there is rebirth, a new place, a new path, and lets hope they were doing the right thing when they were on the earth so that when they pass away they go to better and greater places. Here we should laugh during birth we should cry Thank YOU Jesus.
we had no idea it was coming. when we got there we had no idea how it would end. now that its over, we cant even tell you what really happened. but it was definitely a funeral.
we have bad feelings there, it brings us memories, we lose someone we loved (or not) but it’s always hard and we got to be strong.
Sad. thats all i can think of it makes me miss my granDmother. the greatest compliment i have ever recieved was that i was exactly like her. i cry at funerals. i never cry anywhere else. its just overwhelming and makes me question my faith so much.
My aunt died two weeks ago. I didn’t make it to the funeral – my daughter’s twins arrived. A strange juxtaposition of dying and arriving. My cousins understood – they stood by the graveside without my arms around them, then sent messages of congratulations to me. Sometimes families are wonderful.
miranda wore white
and didn’t care what betony’s mother would say
she drifted to the coffin with a rose
and covered its petals in lipstick and tears
and placed it between the cold folded hands
and was pulled away when they shut her up
in a box where no one could see those hands squeeze the thorns until they broke through the skin
and the blood ran, very alive
i havent been to one in a while…. but the first one i ever attended was my cousin’s… and i dont think it could have been sadder…. suicide funerals are the worst… at least when one dies of old age or from a horrible disease you know it was their time and they are put out of their misery…
Oh. Funeral. Fun-er-al(l). Funeral for my guilt. I wish.
dizzy, cloying
you didn’t want to be here
so you hid yourself away
and now the taste of the cookies you shouldn’t have eaten won’t leave your mouth
you didn’t want to be here
crying on the pantry floor
alone
my aunt peggy’s funeral was perhaps the saddest one i have ever been to in my life. watching my uncle and 17 year old cousin play hosts to the friends and family devastated by her death was so hard. i loved seeing amy’s friends share their memories of peggy. i miss her so much. i never want to go to another funeral.
the funeral started before we were ready. there wasn’t enough time to think about it. but the blue ceiling was spinning, spinning. i couldn’t think of anything other than that blue. wouldn’t think of the black and lacquer
The horrible pain of knowing someone you loved is gone, standing in the cold and the rain looking at a hole in the ground, feeling a hole in your heart where that person used to be. The final goodbye, your last chance for closure.
funerals are sad, death is frightening, tears, blackness, fear, people crying and comforting each other to remember the person they have all lost, emptiness, loneliness, pain
And when you lie to rest.
I won’t be at your funeral.
I can’t bear it.
I’d be having mine soon too.