Comments on: funeral

By: Nick Davis

Nick Davis — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 18:13:26 +0000

I have never to a funeral, but they hionestly freak me out. Why would yuou want your body to bwe embal like a stuffed animal. It’s creepy! I don’t want people loooking at my ody that is dead but trto k alive. Burn me!

By: kp97

kp97 — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 18:10:30 +0000

My first funeral was my great grandmas. She died from a stroke that she had at the breakfast table, and her head fell straight into her cereal bowl. When we attended the funeral, it was closed casket and we had a ceremony in the church. You had to walk up a narrow dirt road to get to the church. To this day, I still have nightmares that the dirt road is on the side of a cliff, and I fall down into an open casket, and my family members bury me alive.

By: SaRAWR

SaRAWR — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 18:09:33 +0000

The feeling of despair weighted the room tilting it towards the neverending abyss. As people flowed through the doors the air in the room became suffocatingly heavy. They were close now, closer than they had even been, but this would be what would tear them apart. The room sprang forth a loud creak and plummets through the crack in the Earth, racing towards the inferno. They clutched at one another in their final moments. They knew they must get out somehow.

By: Gay Boe

Gay Boe — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 18:04:50 +0000

Sad, reflection of a life. Memories abound. Family and friends gather like they should have done before. Making resolutions to keep in touch but you never do.

By: sofia Linden

sofia Linden — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 18:02:45 +0000

death
sad
beginning
new start
end
grief
family
friends
love
hope
person
life
fun
black
colorless
brunch
coffin

By: Alison Automne

Alison Automne — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 17:57:15 +0000

There was a funeral and it was my grandma’s funeral. I cried or at least I tried to cry but for some reason the tears either wouldn’t stop flowing or they’d never come out. I don’t know what it is but I guess it’s something that happens? I felt bad for my mom and the memories of my grandma still linger in my mind and every now and then I shed a tear when I see an old lady who looks or smells even remotely like her. I don’t know how I can ever go back to her house yet I wish I could go back: I wish I was back in december, as taylor swift would put it, back were I was still able to jump on her bed and fall into her arms, where we’d argue about every little thing yet smile in the end saying it doesn’t matter because we loved each other just the way we were. And now we’d probably never see each other ever again. I don’t know what will happen to her after death but I trust in God and I guess I’ll find out when I get to heaven, I’ll get to ask him myself.

By: Jordan C.

Jordan C. — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 17:57:10 +0000

The funeral had a thick atmosphere of despair as the family grieved over the loss of their youngest child.

By: Julia

Julia — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 17:54:41 +0000

oh. wow. well once upon a time my brother passed away and there was a funeral for him and it was one of the hardest things- emotionally speaking- that i have ever ever attended. but yeah. i hate funerals. especially when they are at that cemetery. like when my best friend’s grandmother passed away and was buried there and i went with him to support him. hard. stuff.
i cant even believe that of all words in the dictionary i got this one. wow. but yeah. thats how i feel about funerals. they suck and they all remind me of October 22, 2009.

By: Kari Shadrick

Kari Shadrick — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 17:54:35 +0000

They met when they were young. They both knew they had strong feelings for each other. It was obvious that they had dated other people before, but she didn’t expect to like his ex so much. She didn’t have much time to get to know her, and when she died, no one expected her to be so sad. She was dating his ex, it wasn’t normal for them to be friends.

By: Rawr R.

Rawr R. — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 17:54:34 +0000

On my way home from a funeral, i noticed that white lily. Crushed by many feet, so broken. It was still beautiful, so delicate. It reminded me of the ones that passed