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At the funeral you can figure out what people.

Here dug our last Lieutenant a foxhole...

How many more have met me
In the city of women today,
But each, each,
It seemed that love bury,
Dejectedly goes home.

Question: is there a spirit in his funeral procession?
Answer: Very often it is present there, but sometimes he is not quite aware of what is happening there, if everything else is in turmoil.
Question: How he is pleased to see those who are present at the funeral ceremony?
Answer: It depends on the feelings that brought them here.

Question: the Soul returning to spiritual life, whether it is susceptible to honour, bestowed to her a lifeless shell?
Answer: When the spirit has reached a degree of perfection, he has no more earthly vanity and he understands the pettiness of it all; but know, however, that often such spirits, which in the first moments of their material death feel the greatest pleasure of its honors or disappointment about the abandonment of its sheath: for they still retain some of the earth's prejudice.

Question: the Day of remembrance of the dead, performed for the spirits of solemnity? Are they to meet those who come to pray over their remains?
Answer: Spirits come to call a thought this day like every other.

You go, and I'll stay here... Need someone to catch your cold dead body falling from the stairs.
Come on, I promise to throw you a nice funeral.

One of the really sneaky things I've done in my life - did not go to the funeral of his father. I don't want to quote a psychologist, but it's true: for this reason I could not accept his death and deal with her. Because I acted like a coward, I should suffer from it. Since then I had obsessive thoughts about death and loss. I hope this will change, but this has been going on for a long time.

A strange time, hours after the funeral.
The bodies and wounded everywhere.

They don't have the goods? They carefully bury?

I believe that a cemetery is a place only for these fucking candy "Rachki". It's rubbish, but not sweet. The candy that we throw through the children through Christmas gifts. The child is sitting, "EW, I racila..." the Mother came, took him, and put it in any convenient funeral roams the cemetery. Overall, this crustacean lives the life of a man: from a child to a cemetery. These candy "Flight", "Mint".. I would do the shops sold pounds for the funeral. Free. There is no such thing as a bum walking through a cemetery and saw a "Ferrero Rocher", "Raffaello", "Meller"... "Well I have time!"

Isn't it weird that we have a grandmother lays for the funeral itself? It is rather a question to us why she does it. "Behold I die, the money in the cupboard, take, bury". You money in the cupboard take, and there are fucking seven billion! She doesn't even know how many bags. Yet seen this news: "Gypsy deceit lured the old lady a million and a half". Overall, her funeral can be a Hook. Hook and immediately the priest with obscure songs. Like, she wanted. We have a grandmother in the life preparing for death. People only do the grandmother and the pharaohs.

- Idiot! Think about our dead brother's own tail does not give the brother to steal the fish from the grave]
Dead Malmanche can't eat.
- Shut up! They were all hungry, but we have to be gentle with our brother.

What we do for the dead (make speeches over them, etc.), we do for living; what and dreams the same way then do that.