Charles Cowling
“God, this is awful,” I mutter under my breath to my cousin who is sitting beside me on the pew at the front of the chapel. The funeral celebrant, who had never met my mother, is reading the eulogy. On top of everything else, she has a monotonous voice and
Charles Cowling
I’ve taken to twittering. Not like a duck to water, you understand; you either get it or you don’t and I’m not sure that I do, so I’m not waving but bobbing. You follow someone doing something funereal and potentially interesting and chances are you get a torrent of repetitious,
Charles Cowling
I’m doing a funeral next Monday. I didn’t know one of the songs they want, so I when I got back from seeing them I called up my faithful friend Spotify and played it through to get acquainted. And to get the running time, of course. As the song began
Charles Cowling
William Price on his deathbed Good piece here on William Price, the father of cremation. If ever there was a more colourful life… The title of this post quotes his last words
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Has coffin manufacture ever been so blockbuster? I doubt it. Lindner is a Polish company. I love them.
Charles Cowling
Hiring a funeral service director to deal with all the arrangements for the deceased is a sensible idea. Not only is it affordable but it could take away some of the mental stress that comes with coping with the deceased. The garments, shoes, sock as well as the type of
Charles Cowling
Death mask of Ulysses S Grant Here is a minuscule excerpt from a wonderful, sonorous account of the death of ex-President Ulysses S Grant. It’s not what we get any more, is it, the last deathbed moments of celebs and justifiably famous people? How, when we think of it, we
Charles Cowling
“Life is like a movie; no one ever wants to walk out in the middle of a movie. But in the end we all do that.” More quotes, please, beginning Life is like…  and also getting  to the poignant truth, as the quote above does. C’mon, kickstart that brain! Keep
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Image courtesy Rodger Ericson An email arrives – an enquiry. Can we transport the body ourselves? Do we have to use an undertaker? The enquirer is not limbering up for a home-arranged funeral some time in the imminent future. No, the death has already happened. The undertaker’s men came to
Charles Cowling
Bookplate from the collection of Richard Sica photographed by A Journey Round My Skull The connection between sex and death is well known. If you want to muse on it further, there’s a pretty good article in the Encyclopaedia of Death and Dying. If you don’t, please don’t read the