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- D*RMO what. You're all d*RMO! And why I even came to this party?
- It's not a party, and a funeral herb.
Herb died?!

All to listen carefully. Detective David Saperstein rest in peace. He died honorably relieved from the performance of service.

- I'm the Comte de Rochefort! Would be alive cardinal, you would have paid for it with their heads!
- Fortunately, now he is at his own funeral.

- I realized that death makes people do strange things.
- Yes, it really affects people that way.
- He spoke to the grave, Joe.
- Well, all people have different ways of dealing with death, you know? For that we need such places. So we bury their loved ones, arrange a funeral. It is more necessary not to those who left and those who stayed.
Why?
To say goodbye, but still feel the intimacy. Nothing more we can do. After all, we can't get them back, Sam. Even when I want to.

- How was my funeral?
- Captain says a lot about you good things.
- Porthos even let a tear.
- Sorry I missed it.

No parent should have to bury their children, but the disappearance of a child becoming a never-ending funeral.

- Frankly, I feel guilty.
- Well, Yes?
- Well, because I don't get then, that evening, Pavel Pavlovich money, who knows if he was alive today, would be sitting here with us at this table.
Ha ha ha... I Wonder, Canopy, why would he with us to sit on his own memorial?

- Larbi was a jerk, a cheap crook who traded Korean knit. Through the week our divorce was to be decorated, and if he waited seven days with its explosion, I wouldn't have to sit here now! I don't need a service, don't need flowers, don't need a coffin!
Mrs. Lerby, your husband ordered the cremation. Some kind of container needed for this. These are the rules.
- Even in his best days, weighed no more than ninety-eight feet, and what's left of it now will fit in the shoebox!

The funeral of the more fun weddings. So I would say my mom when I was little. More colors, wittier conversation, the food tastes better and the drinks much better.

If you are ever invited to speak at the funeral. Don't forget: people didn't come here to listen to you. They came here for the same thing and you grieve the passing of a loved one. Show your respect and warm feelings for the deceased. Show compassion to his family. Be brief. It will not hurt and a little humor.

One fine morning they buried collegiate assessor Kirill Ivanovich Vavilova, who died from the two diseases so common in our country from the evil wife and alcoholism. <...> the cemetery was otsluzhena lithium. Mother-in-law, wife and sister-in-law, obedient to custom, cried a lot. When the coffin was lowered into the grave the wife even shouted: "let me at him!", but in the grave for the husband did not go, probably thinking about retirement.

Irreplaceable is only a dead man at the funeral.

The old life becomes a series of funerals.

If you don't come to my funeral, I won't come to yours.