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And at his funeral nobody cried,
But the rain that the language of the shovel drops.
At his funeral nobody cried,
But it left the Russian critic and spiritual dad!

If the funeral music is playing, don't think that the dead man was a desperate man and died with pleasure; you may be wrong.

The funeral - the only social event that you can come without an invitation.

I knew the truth, and the truth was that if she could choose, we would now be going to my funeral.

Apparently, most people think that arranging a lavish funeral and the ecstasy of grief mourning the deceased, pay him great honour. Nothing of the sort. Mourning selfish and have a serious impact on someone who just got into the astral world, disrupting the balance of this entity.

- Do you think we will be buried as heroes?
- Do you?
I do not know. - She hesitated. - May be important. Thought still. No, it's not important. I just didn't have a beautiful wedding, and I would like to count on at least a beautiful funeral.

It is always better to burn than rot.

We stood at the grave, knowing that his body, eyes and hair are still in existence, though changed, but still exist, and that, despite this, he left and never come back. It was incomprehensible. Our skin was warm, the brain worked heart drove blood through his veins, we were the same as before, as yesterday, we had two arms, we are not blind and do not numb, everything was as usual... But we had to leave, and Gottfried stayed here and never could go with us. It was incomprehensible.

What tombstone? No monuments will not. Let them be buried in the woods that was covered with leaves.

This meeting revealed to me one thing: it turns out, the best thing to do at the funeral - to fall in love.

We promised to bury the accident in the cabin...
- The ground is too hard. Wanted a decent burial, had to run into the bullet in the summer.

When's good?
- Look, you will live life, survive divorce, death, disappointment, sickness, then you die. Will put you in a coffin and carry it to bury. Lowered into the pit, and the main grave-digger will say: "Right, left, left. Now closer to me. Right. Be careful. Hush. So. Great. Now - all is well"

Death rites are unnecessary, humiliating and unbearable for its publicity procedure.

What's the difference - that's the main factor. Hatred... and love... In the end, shoving a gun in his mouth, it is possible to find something decent. Because no matter how much money you have and how much you have in the closet of dresses. How many times have you having fun like before you no one was having fun. Over a hundred years you dust. A handful of soot in a pine box, for which our relatives were his very best... That you might become a handful of soot in a pine box. In a suit from the store "JC penny". Why? Because in life we did not wear them. And they think "to hell with him." And put us in the cheapest! Better than a t-shirt and torn jeans you wore in life. Yes, what the hell, there it will be up to fucking George Armani!