Scott Bakula Quotes

. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.

What's going to happen when I die? I may be buried, or I may be cremated, I may give my body to science. I haven't decided yet.

When I die bury me in smoke.

Corpses are more fit to be thrown out than is dung.

I love a cardboard coffin. Both Mummy and Daddy went off in cardboard coffins, painted - Daddy's was rifle green. Beautifully made.

You can't choreograph death, but you can choreograph your funeral.

Don't bury me with anyone old.

When I die, I hope they don't cremate me 'cuz I'll burn forever.

purification in fire. public cremation

When it's time to shuffle off this mortal coil, you leave your ashes to be composted.

Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more?

In the end maybe what marriage offered was the determination of one's burial site.

I want to be cremated, and I want my ashes blown in Uri Geller's eyes.

A funeral isn't for the dead. You'll simply be a stage set for a kind of festival maybe. And besides, you won't even be there.

The great thing about the dead, they make space.

But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man's blood, there is no way to raise him up.

The great majority gave no signs one way or the other; like birth, their death was a sleep and a forgetting.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave

There will be sleeping enough in the grave.

Pillow my head on no guesses when I die.

[On an epitaph for herself:] Under here, we're all equal.

Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.

O Death, what are thou? nurse of dreamless slumbers freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal.