Your tears are much heavier these days I’ve seen them coming in like waves From the ocean, I’ve seen them coming From the ocean, I’ve seen them growing And moving with the water The rocking is getting more severe They’ll sail with you anywhere We will make it A
“It is curious that long association with the sadness of death seems to have deprived an occasional funeral director of all sense of moderation. Whether the temptation of “good business” gradually undermines his character—knowing as he does that bereaved families ask no questions—or whether his profession is merely devoid
Posted by Lyra Mollington On the day of cousin Trevor’s funeral, I woke up in a cold sweat. I’d had the most awful nightmare. I dreamt that all the mourners had been instructed to wear novelty slippers – the bigger and furrier the better. If that wasn’t
