Boy, when you are dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a god dam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you are dead? Nobody.
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I never think he is quite ready for another world who is altogether weary of this.
I never think he is quite ready for another world who is altogether weary of this.
I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is read more
I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is coming to give it back, I have no right to complain.
God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger read more
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
If we don't know life, how can we know death?
If we don't know life, how can we know death?
A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before,
Advanced a stage or two upon that road
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Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before,
Advanced a stage or two upon that road
Which you must travel in the steps they trod.
So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts read more
So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.
