The really interesting thing about logic is what it makes people do–where it takes them. It starts with a Question which begets an Idea which resolves itself into a Certainty, fortifies itself with Conviction, draws up a Strategy, then acts with Singlemindedness. This is a human thing, it’s not the
A little while ago a United Reformed Church minister wrote this: I’ve had a bit of a narrow escape : I’m doing a funeral today and went to see the family three days ago. As I was leaving the house, something they said suggested that they had requested that “the
The natural burial ground at Sun Rising taken from their website – www.nrbgrounds.co.uk For some time now I have been nagging natural burialists about the depth at which they inter their bodies. My concern has been that, beneath the topsoil, a body is not going to enjoy the ecologically positive
I know I’ve blogged about this before. I’m doing so again because William Warren, the ingenious designer of these handsome shelves which can be reassembled as a coffin is now offering free instructions so that you can make your own. Simply email him your height and build and you’ll be
There’s an interesting letter in this month’s Funeral Service Times from a funeral director, Brian Howard. Actually, it’s more of a suicide note, but we’ll come to that. He’s fed up with people ordering funerals they can’t pay for, or for which their dead people did not make any provision.
Following my post of yesterday, I have had the following response from Andrew Singh Bogan: Dear Charles, Thank you for your email; I read the blog with interest and have taken time out of my hectic schedule to submit this response. The EHRC website (http://www.equalityhumanrights.com/) advises that their “…job is
On 19 and 20 January 2010 the Court of Appeal will hear the appeal of Davender Kumar Ghai against the prohibition of open air cremation upheld by the High Court in May 2009. It was a case made notorious by the intervention of Justice Secretary Jack Straw, who asserted that
My friend Simon likes to say that no one’s internet history bears close inspection. He’s speaking for himself, mostly; he’s always flirted more dangerously with depravity than me. My history is saturated with death. Of its concomitant, sex, not a jot. Yes. How boring. It has not always been so.
Just once in a while things, if they are little enough and come in a cluster, can subvert the sunny disposition for which I am justly famous. This morning I was at Sutton Coldfield crematorium, my first time. I had already got the measure of the place. A telephone enquiry
