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Lighter than feathers, the stone slab.
Throw her flowers.
Your player rides a great rock,
But you shouldn't have went with him over this fence.
You shouldn't have asked, who here laid down.
Buried here are you.

- When it's my time, bury me in the sea.
- Where?! Where?!
- At sea, at the same time and have fun.
What do you mean fun?
- Will going out in nature, take a boat sandwiches.
- And throw your body overboard, a great bit of fun.
- All around you think you know me well. They think someone who, as Jack Geller will not surprise us, as I say, has been buried at sea, that's it really.
- I'm afraid to say.
- Just to say that.

Today this lady a holiday.
- Holiday?
Yes. The last and the greatest day in the life, the funeral.

- I'm sorry I had to miss it.
- Are you talking about?
- What are the chances to see my own funeral?

Babani, I don't want snow, bury me behind the baseboard...

Funerals are always the same nonsense. Say what you were a cute, wonderful and full of life, and that it's time, and God works in mysterious ways. Never say anything bad. You can be at least a giant shit in the toilet, and still a whiff of rose.

And little my has flatly refused any mourning ribbons and bows.
If I grieve, I didn't need to show and wear there are different bows, she said.
- Yes, if you cry, - said Moomin-Troll. - But you do not grieve!
"No," said little my. I can't grieve. I only know how to be angry or to rejoice. But perhaps it will help if I get to grieve? But if I get angry on the Ice maiden, maybe I'll bite her someday in the leg. And then maybe she will take good care to tickle other baby squirrels for the ears only because they are cute and fluffy.

Love's funeral in Russia
remember when we are dead,
forgetting, yet live.

A person can live a good life, to be worthy, give alms. But, in the end, the number of people who came to his funeral depends largely on the weather.

I just refused to serve a funeral for 60 people.
- Oh My God! What happened to them?
- 60 guests.

At the funeral it is hard to avoid pathos and secret, deeply hidden satisfaction from the fact that you're not lying in this terrible polished box.

- What is this?
Is my grave.
I managed to buy himself a place in the cemetery - consider that lucky.

To keep up with life, he went to the funeral.

On another funeral we are worried, as an actor in rehearsal.