Chilo advised, "not to speak evil of the dead."
Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.
If I should go before the rest of you Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone, Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, Parting is hell, But life goes on, So sing as well.
Funny how gentle people get with you once you're dead.
The chief mourner does not always attend the funeral.
Condole - to show that bereavement is a smaller evil than sympathy.
...and motioned me toward a spot next to a middle-aged Moroi in a very formal and very designer black suit. The suit screamed, I'm sorry the queen is dead, and I'm going to look fashionable while showing my grief
I've never seen people enjoying their husbands' deaths so much
I'm thinking of being a professional mourner. How hard can it be? Tear at your hair, sing a dirge or two, take the rest of the week off.
