The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.
You can never betray the people who are dead.
Comfort his family with a telegram, we regret to inform you we lost a man, but we gave him the highest medal of the land.
Perhaps it's only when people are dead that we can safely show how much we cared about them. We know that it's too late then for them to do anything about it.
Guru's family gave me a piece of his ashes. I saw the gold box of ashes that his father had when we had the memorial service. He had a nice giant gold box that had his name on it. It was really nice. I know all the family members had ashes that they all spread and took on their own. So I said lemme ask is it cool if I have some.
New Orleans taught me that mourning takes many different forms. Where I'm from, mourning is spirited. It is loud.
If I should die, and you should choose to carry on my work, you are welcome to visit my grave. Pour some water on it and shout three times. I want to hear your voice.
A dead man who never caused others to die seldom rates a statue.
Eulogy is nice, but one does not learn anything from it.
We give our dead To the orchards And the groves. We give our dead To life.
Sometimes funerals can be good. It reunites you with your cousins you haven't seen in a while.
Our admiration is so given to dead martyrs that we have little time for living heroes.
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.
If I die unexpectedly can everyone just do the right thing and pretend I was a way better person than I am?
To honor with hymns and panegyrics those who are still alive is not safe; a man should run his course and make a fair ending, and then we will praise him; and let praise be given equally to women as well as men who have been distinguished in virtue.
