graves [Theme] Page 4

On the gravestone write nothing, if the dead want to forget

We, the gravediggers, a lot of what we know... what others know. Anyone will tell you. Who all his life to dig the graves, he knows.

If I should die by chance,
Smash his song over my grave,
Oh, grasshopper cute!

It is nice to know your father buried next to me. Even nicer to know that I'm not there.

Even the walking dead come back from the grave.

- Sorry. You just stepped on a fucking mine would be great. Sorry. Last question - what to write on your grave?
- Write - "stupidity can not be cured"!

- Bones? Skeleton!
- Of course bones. They're everywhere. Rock, this cemetery is the people that everyone forgot. They took the grim Reaper not at their will. No flowers, no candles. Nobody comes, nobody remembers. Damn catacombs - no Holy relics. Never liked such places. Here smells rotten. Will be here too long, you will ruin your lungs.
Hey, Cry, you think, what do they feel? What they were thinking when the lights went out, and ran out of air?
- It's too dark. Don't want to think about it. When you die from suffocation - I feel like dying from suffocation. When they die strangers is just dying strangers. Think about this useless Rock. Think about what will not interfere.

... without offspring of the grave is nothing more than the grave, and not know them forever soft petals.

Karat, informing Diana that the rush to the Hive, a sure way to the grave in Tibetan, did not shove ahead and tried to go in different directions, trying not to flicker in front of everyone.
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Likely, the hero hints at a "sky burial," a Tibetan ritual in which the dead body fed to the vultures.

I sadly shook her head. Not a single mention of the fact that she was a loving mother. A great friend. Sister. Daughter. Just a faceless name and date. What's wrong with this world? A world where the name Kensington makes you a pet of fate, and the name of ray feather, blown into oblivion. I concentrated looked at the grave of Faith. I will not let them forget about you, Faith.

- This child was special, right?
I said nothing. He probably says that to everybody. <...>
Among us, the caretakers of the graves has been living the legend about BlackBerry. She chooses a soul to protect them. Special soul.
Indeed, it seemed that the leaves of blackberries touched the headstone, as if embracing it.
It's amazing how Blizzard destroyed this little escape. Special.

How can increased quality of life!
Previously only well-off people standing over their own grave.

Tombstones are usually respected longer than the ashes of the deceased, who was buried under them.
"It's all about style and value of material," enlightened me to hell.

The flowers on the grave of the enemy emit a delightful aroma.