Leland Chapman Quotes

The beautiful uncut hair of graves.

sometimes there's nothing to say about death.

Black is like the silence of the body after death, the close of life.

Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground.

The reason so many people turned up at his funeral is that they wanted to make sure he was dead.

I'm not a fan of people romanticizing their loved ones in death.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

He would make a lovely corpse.

If I talk about my father's funeral, as I did when I was promoting the last novel, 'Being Dead,' I'm not going to tell any lies, but there are certain things I'm not going to tell you, and I'm certainly not going to tell my grief.

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

I miss all of my old friends who have passed away. Sometimes you just don't understand why they were taken so soon. I loved and miss Johnny Cash. I miss my old buddy Johnny Paycheck, who happens to be buried in an area of the cemetery that I bought for my family.

Death is not my best subject.

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

Now you may write the eulogy for my funeral.

When anyone dies, it's sad.

The two biggest meals of your life you don't have to cook and you don't get to eat. The first you don't eat because no man eats - or cares what he eats - at his wedding. The second you don't eat because, well, no man eats at his funeral, either.

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

Rain in the graveyard, and the world puddled into blurred reflections.

Well, what do you expect? The Comedian is dead.

Death makes sad stories of us all.

When the friends we love the best Lie in their churchyard bed, We must not cry too bitterly Over the happy dead.

A grave is such a quiet place.

Any place, then, can become a cemetery. All it takes is your body. It's not fair, I think, and I get this petulant wish for ugly flowers and mourners, my mother's old familiar grief. Somebody I love to tend my future grave. Probably this is the wrong thing to be wishing for.

I remember burying a girl fourteen years of age who had died with a ruptured appendix... I buried a good many people that I knew, some of whom I loved.