Roger Maris Quotes

I know if I were to drop dead now, people would probably write nice things in the obit.

A pig resembles a saint in that he is more honored after death than during his lifetime.

I'm always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I'm listening to it.

I don't want to be remembered. I want the nice words when I can hear them.

I don't think most people know what's going to be in their obituary, but I do.

The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.

I know not whether, in the eyes of the world, a brilliant death is not preferred to an obscure life of rectitude. Most men are remembered as they died, and not as they lived. We gaze with admiration upon the glories of the setting sun, yet scarcely bestow a passing glance upon its noonday splendor.

They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

Eulogy. Praise of a person who has either the advantages of wealth and power, or the consideration to be dead.

On the fortieth day after his death, we held the ceremony, and I performed for the very first time.

Sometimes a person has to be dead a while before people can appreciate what they did when they were alive.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

For my name and memory I leave to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations and the next ages.

Eulogy is nice, but one does not learn anything from it.

A common defense among obituary-fanciers such as myself is that the obit is not about death at all. It is about life. This is true since an article about the condition of deadness would make for turgid reading at best.

The elegy does the work of mourning; it allows us to experience mortality. It turns loss into remembrance, and it delivers an inheritance.

The paradox is, I can't miss the good things about my father while he is alive, but I will of course miss him... when he is dead.

I think it's good that we're sometimes reminded of important events in history.

The fame of heroes owes little to the extent of their conquests and all to the success of the tributes paid to them.

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.

A radio show recently did a beautiful eulogy of me.

I know you aren't supposed to speak ill of the dead.

An epitaph is a belated advertisement for a line of goods that has been discontinued.