Charles Cowling
If dying really is “an awfully big adventure” an NHS hospital seems an unpropitious point of departure. Most of us don’t want to die in one; most of us (58 per cent) will. Most of us think home is the best place. What’s not so well known is that many
Charles Cowling
That Brits are born with an acute and possibly pathological sensitivity to absurdity is well known. The Great American Funeral has engendered great and gloriously funny books by Jessica Mitford and Evelyn Waugh, neither of which had more than minimal success in laughing Americans out of their (perceived) absurdity. There is method
Charles Cowling
Daily Mail article here.
Charles Cowling
A series of images here from the Cimitero Monumentale di Staglione in Genoa, Italy. No accompanying critique from me, I’m afraid; I haven’t a clue what the relationship is. Can you help us? And finally, wholly unrelated, this:
Charles Cowling
Companioning Uncle Bob I gave myself the job, the privilege it turned out, of enabling my Uncle Bob to spend his last few months at home. Death was not new to me, but dying was. I was no nurse, just a woman thankful to this dear old man for giving
Charles Cowling
Redditch, where I live, is a town most people would only visit by mistake. It is a 1964 new town, a dreamy planner’s dud. We have Britain’s only cloverleaf roundabout. It’s not something I’ve ever heard anyone brag about. Yet we boast our eminent citizens. John Bonham and Charles Dance
Charles Cowling
Briefly, homeless man Kevin McClain falls ill with lung cancer and is taken to hospital, thence to a hospice. His dog, Yurt, is taken to a shelter and rehomed. Close to death, Mr McClain asks to see his dog one last time. Yurt is brought to him, as you can see in
Charles Cowling
Source: PostSecret
Charles Cowling
Now in the time of dying I don’t want nobody to moan All I want my friends to do Come and fold my dying arms Whoa Whoa well so I can die easy Whoa Whoa well so I can die easy Whoa Whoa well so I can die easy Jesus
Charles Cowling
Impasse between FD and DWP, so the funeral couldn’t go ahead. Who’s the villain here? http://bit.ly/jnbYCO   “When the crem curtains closed, all that remained was a pair of thongs.” – http://bit.ly/iFXvtb   “Even departed ones born during Stone Age would surely love this insanely crazy idea” : http://bit.ly/miHmG1   Levertons always have