Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: 'Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.' That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.
Mr. Bernard died on a Monday, at the age of seventy-five, his body wasted. He lay in state for two days in the lobby of the Bernard Gursky Tower and, as he failed to rise on the third, he was duly buried.
I told you I was ill. (On his headstone)
May the soul of the late President Milton Obote... a long-time member of this parliament, rest in peace.
It's not the loss of life that makes the death bitter -- it's the obituaries.
So what if someone wrote your obituary... that doesn't mean you are obligated to die.
The word dropped like a stone on my still living breast. Confess: I was prepared, am somehow ready for the test.
Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!
I read in announcements of deaths 'peacefully in his sleep' and I wonder how many of those are true. Maybe they are just conventional. I hope they are true whenever I read it of someone. [But] I would rather be awake. Peacefully awake, brim full of some calming drug that was seeing me out of the door, having said my farewells.
I was in two episodes playing Christopher Reeve's character's emissary. They wanted to have my character announce Dr Swan's death, which I thought was exploitative.
Give death announcements each time you move instead of giving announcements of the change of address. Send the same when you die.
We met Dr. Hall in such deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead.
Let his herald your end,and begone with the thundder clap.
The tolling of yon dismal bell and the loud but solemn discharge of artillery hath announced to the nation the melancholy tidings - Thomas Jefferson no longer lives!
Death used to announce itself in the thick of life but now people drag on so long it sometimes seems that we are reaching the stage when we may have to announce ourselves to death. It is as though one needs a special strength to die, and not a final weakness.
Nothing I have ever written has been admired as much as the announcement of my death.
When a man has died, he wants you to know about it.
I had a dream that Connie Chung is doing a newscast about my death and they show a clip from Soap.
