Lee Mack Quotes

Now you may write the eulogy for my funeral.

I love eulogies. They are the most moving kind of speech because they attempt to pluck meaning from the fog, and on short order, when the emotions are still ragged and raw and susceptible to leaps.

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

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

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

I like a decent funeral, and God knows in my family we've seen enough of them. Looking through family photographs now is like watching an episode of 'Dad's Army.'

The key to gallows humor is to make the joke, no matter how certain the gallows is.

To us who remain behind is left this day of memories. Every year--in the full tide of spring, at the height of the symphony of flowers and love and life--there comes a pause, and through the silence we hear the lonely pipe of death.

Is this year over yet? Too many people are passing away. Rest In Peace, George Michael.

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.

Moms Mabley said you have to say good things about the dead. I say, 'He's dead. Good.'

To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost.

He is dead, she thought bitterly, because we have forgotten him.

With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.

Isn't a memorial service meant to comfort the living?

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.

People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.

There is nothing more terrible, I learned, than having to face the objects of a dead man. Things are inert: that have meaning only in function of the life that makes use of them. When that life ends, the things change, even though they remain the same. […] they say something to us, standing there not as objects but as remnants of thought, of consciousness, emblems of the solitude in which a man comes to make decisions about himself.

I have lost a brother and a best friend. The world has lost one of the greatest actors of all time.

I am deeply saddened by the loss of my children's grandfather and my very dear friend. I loved big John with all my heart. ... Johnny Cash will, like Will Rogers, stand forever as a symbol of intelligence, creativity, compassion and common sense.