Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. read more

Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. Their familiescame and took them away. Eighty years later, by a bizarre coincidence, they lay in the same hospital, on their deathbeds, next to each other. One of them looked at the other and said,
So. What did you think?.

Hell is where everyone is doing his own thing. Paradise is where everyone is doing God's thing.

Hell is where everyone is doing his own thing. Paradise is where everyone is doing God's thing.

MUFFLED CADENCE
The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.
The sudden shock.
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MUFFLED CADENCE
The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.
The sudden shock.
The news farflung.
Thy will be done
beats the drum.
The hour of grief.
The darkened sun.
Thy will be done
rolls the drum.
The sound of shot.
The grave begun.
Thy will be done
mourns the drum.
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by N Marshall Bertsch
(N Marshall Bertsch is a Republican who was profoundly
griefstricken by the assassination of John F Kennedy).

It was from an old friend who . thought he was dying. Anyway, he said, Life and death issues don't read more

It was from an old friend who . thought he was dying. Anyway, he said, Life and death issues don't come along that often, thank God, so don't treat everything like it's life or death. Go easier.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs read more

When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.

There's a thing that keeps surprising you about stormy old friends after they die; their silence.

There's a thing that keeps surprising you about stormy old friends after they die; their silence.

I do not believe that any man fears to be dead, but only the stroke of death.

I do not believe that any man fears to be dead, but only the stroke of death.

All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths read more

All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.