About Charles Cowling
Charles Cowling
Do not stand at my grave and weep;I am not there…Here’s an instruction more honoured in the breach than the observance. These, the opening lines of one of Britain’s favourite funeral poems, highlight the contradiction inherent in our complex psychological need to mark the spot where the body or ash
Charles Cowling
It took just a couple of playful chomps for the bull terrier to sever the puppy’s retractable lead, rendering it a total loss. Fruitless to pelt him with acrimony: when a bull terrier does a bad thing the accompanying expression of comical delinquency disarms all rage. Expensive things, these retractable
Charles Cowling
Ethical is the new virtuous. Saints don’t wear haloes any more, they wear little whirling propellers on their roofs to, I don’t know, charge their iPhones, is it? Ethical living used to be about more than remembering to bring your bag for life to the supermarket or taking as much
Charles Cowling
Life teems with ticklish antitheses. In the midst of life we are in death: in the midst of death we are in life. It’s a summer’s day which feels like late November. Rain is spitting; the leaves on the chestnut trees are browning. The funeral is over (I was the
Charles Cowling
An entertaining way of assessing trends in the UK funeral industry is to have a look at what’s going on in the US. The best way I’ve found of doing that is by following Tim Totten’s blog, Final Embrace. It lends perspective to the view. And Tim is sharp, with
Charles Cowling
It’s a ticklish business, if you’ve never done it before, launching a website. Launch? That’s a big verb. It’s not what it felt like: no tarantara, no wild whooping, no champagne-dripping prow. Nothing like that at all. Simply, Harry, my webmeister, emailed late one uneventful evening. “You’re live,” he said.