Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.
The cemeteries are full of indispensable men.
When I've been asked what should be on my gravestone, I've said: 'Here lies Gandalf. He came out.' Two big achievements.
I often thought my gravestone would say, 'Here lies Gandalf. He came out,'
If you are going to lower me into the grave, and I feel something is wrong, I will get up.
Many people die at twenty five and aren't buried until they are seventy five.
Rain in the graveyard, and the world puddled into blurred reflections.
I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave
Death possesses a good deal, of real estate, namely, the graveyard in every town.
I don't want a tombstone. You could carve on it 'She never actually wanted a tombstone.'
The grave is, I suspect, the sole commonwealth which attains that dead flat of social equality that life in its every principle so heartily abhors.
When I die, I'll probably climb out of the coffin and play the organ at my own funeral!
Life, in my estimation, is a biological misadventure that we terminate on the shoulders of six strange men whose only objective is to make a hole in one with you.
Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph.
All true stories begin and end in a cemetery" - The Shadow of the Wind
The grave is still the best shelter against the storms of destiny.
I always thought that cemeteries gave me some sense of perspective
It will be written on my tombstone in very large letters, 'Here lies Hikaru Sulu,' and in very tiny letters, 'aka George Takei.' I don't protest the inevitable.
Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said!
In the democracy of the dead all men are at last equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.
Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.
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.
a simple question to identify your true home: where do you want to die?
Go now, verses, on your light feet, you have not trodden hard on the old earth where the graves laugh when they see their guests, the one corpse stacked on top of the other. Go now and stagger to her whom I do not know.
There's a little vanity chair that Charlie gave me the first Christmas we knew each other. I'll not be parting with that, nor our bed - the four-poster - I'll be needing that to die in.
