I shall never forget the despair and agony on the parents' faces on the awful day of the funeral when the 13 little children, victims not only of John D. Rockefeller, but of the government of the state of Colorado were buried.
Daniel: [looks into coffin] Who is this? Undertaker: Pardon me? Daniel: That's not my father. Undertaker: [checking] Oh shit, we've taken the wrong one.
Jane: Would you like a cup of tea, Sandra? Sandra: Tea can do many things, Jane, but it can't bring back the dead.
Rooster Cogburn: [to Matty about burying the outlaws] The ground's too hard. If they wanted a decent funeral, they should have got themselves killed in summer.
Vivian Cash: You can't wear black. It looks like you're going to a funeral. Johnny Cash: Maybe I am...
Vivian Cash: John, whats with the black? You look like you're goin' to a funeral! Johnny Cash: Maybe I am...
Farmer: All I can say is, they did right by me - and I'm bringin' me and a mess of flowers to their funeral.
[at the funeral parlor] Walter Sobchak: GOD DAMN IT! Look, just because we're bereaved, that doesn't make us saps!
Balin: It's just the usual; summary of out-of-pocket expenses, time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth. Bilbo Baggins: Funeral arrangements? [reads contract] Bilbo Baggins: Oh, up to but not exceeding one fourteenth total profit i...
I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.
Given the circumstances, I think the rabbi did a very good job. What did you think?” “It's my policy not to review funerals.
I always thought that funerals were meant for the living to say good-bye to a loved one. I never would have guessed that it’s actually the other way around.
Western funerals: black hearses, and black horses, and fast-fading flowers. Why should black be the colour of death? Why not the colours of a sunset?
He was her father after all. True, a father whose funeral rite she planned to dance at and toast with ale, but her father just the same.
Walking out in the middle of a funeral would be, of course, bad form. So attempting to walk out on one's own was beyond the pale.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
I won’t clap when you die. I mean I would cheer, but applause would be inappropriate at your funeral, an event I’d miss because I’ll be celebrating.
Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it's too late to cry. It's only funerals I can't stand.
It was very sad under the trees. Although spring was well advanced, in the deep shade there was nothing but death-rotten leaves, gray and white fungi, and over everything a funeral hush.
I've had to write a column an hour after I've come back from a funeral. A deadline is a deadline, I mean, that was just what my job was.
