Can you identify me?
Posted by Vale A young girl went missing. A body was found. A young man went to the police and said that she might be his sister. They said that was not possible; her age is wrong. That was how it happened back in 1994. Today, police are looking for this man. The man who […]
Remembering
Posted by Vale One evening last month we lit some candles, sat by the fire with an old book of photographs and reminisced about my wife’s mother who had died just over ten years before. It was the first time we had done anything like this, but, over the last ten years, we have lost […]
Humanising the ancestors
We get quite a few emails here at the GFG from makers of ashes urns. Most of these urns are ghastly and get no more than a thanks but no thanks. We are unfailingly courteous. This morning was an exception. We received some stunning images from a Plymouth-based ceramist, Alan Braidford — in answer, it […]
The Dead – Billy Collins
The Dead The dead are always looking down on us, they say, while we are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich, they are looking down through the glass-bottom boats of heaven as they row themselves slowly through eternity. They watch the tops of our heads moving below on earth, and buy discount cialis […]
Sarah Walton’s memorial birds and birdbaths
Sarah Walton, a potter of 35 years’ standing, whose work can be found in 13 museums in Britain, is a great favourite of the Good Funeral Guide. We admire and like her work enormously. Here, she tells us about her work: For years I’ve sold my Birdbaths as simply that. Only recently has it occurred […]
Grave houses
A delightful post here from Tammi Thiele over at Escape to the Silent Cities. Tammi is a graveyard rabbit to her fingertips. She was married in a graveyard. Dressed in full Victorian mourning. On Hallowe’en. I’d never heard or read of grave houses before I came across this. They seem to be native to the […]
Everything is only for a day
Immortality and eternity have meaning as concepts but they don’t translate into reality, not here on transient Earth. If you don’t believe that, go and visit a mature cemetery – or ask Ozymandias, poor, baffled chap. Time teaches us this lesson every fleeting minute, but we set our faces against it—heroically or idiotically, it’s sometimes […]
Marking the spot
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 of a loved one is […]
