Live So That The Speaker At Your Funeral Won't Have To Lie.

Please add your interesting, sweet, funny, weird, end-of-life stuff here. Can be tomb stone quotations, epitaphs, something said or done while dying, etc.

This is usually such a sad subject, but for the believer, it's a step from this life into the arms of G-d. It's okay to smile -- even to laugh!

Let's let this be all species.
 
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There are actually two ways to G-d. Seriously -- two ways. My favored one is through our Messiah. The other one will also get you to G-d, but it...uh...won't be...uh...a happy meeting....
 
Please add your interesting, sweet, funny, weird, end-of-life stuff here. Can be tomb stone quotations, epitaphs, something said or done while dying, etc.

This is usually such a sad subject, but for the believer, it's a step from this life into the arms of G-d. It's okay to smile -- even to laugh!

Let's let this be all species.

I'm going to be cremated and shot off in fireworks over the Atlantic ocean, which is the water off the coast of my birth state. No gravestone, as my parents had installed at the cemetery where they rest.
And while the fireworks go off those who knew me, because my family are all dead now, will gather on a houseboat and celebrate the woman they once knew.
No tears,just music, good food, and good drink.

I'm thinking of having a little sign installed on a mini-easel on the buffet table that reads something in keeping with the firework show: _________________<my name, said, eat and be merry.And look up! Because __________ is going out with a bang since just before that she made a real ash of herself.

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When my first husband was killed, it was real important to me, of course, that he didn't suffer. I asked the coroner, and after examining the records, he said that his and the pilot's deaths were so sudden that neither of them did. Without going into detail, at the funeral, I wanted to get away from the crowd and just spend a few moments with him. The man who was guarding his body asked me if I wanted to see him, but I firmly said no. He and I had discussed this, and he told me that he didn't want people walking by, looking at him, so we had a closed-casket service. But the man said, "Please look, ma'am. He looks like he's smiling." I firmly declined again, out of respect for his wishes.

Don't do this. We were young and wrong. Full closure for such a loss needs to see the body.
 
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A widow wrote this epitaph in a Vermont cemetery:

Sacred to the memory of
my husband John Barnes
who died January 3, 1803
His comely young widow, aged 23, has
many qualifications of a good wife, and
yearns to be comforted.
 
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