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Related: Culture Forums, Support ForumsNeed poetry/songs for funeral for incredible secular 81 yr old woman: Please submit suggestions
She was the life of the party, a musician, a teacher, head of a great family, liberal, everyone loved her.
I know DU will have the best material, better than I'd ever come up with myself.
Thanks, ahead of time for anything.
no_hypocrisy
(46,094 posts)Last edited Tue May 22, 2018, 08:15 PM - Edit history (1)
YouTube it.
Using it for my memorial . . .
Croney
(4,659 posts)handmade34
(22,756 posts)so many possibilities... a couple
I have read this at funerals...
What is success?
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate the beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch Or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded! -Ralph Waldo Emerson
lindysalsagal
(20,680 posts)backtoblue
(11,343 posts)spinbaby
(15,089 posts)Why you want a physicist to speak at your funeral.
https://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4675953
lindysalsagal
(20,680 posts)samnsara
(17,622 posts)..we had a friend who had an online ministers license do a reading of Buddhist, Wiccan and New Age passages. We handed out red roses to all the guests and asked them to lay them on moms casket with background music by a friend playing guitar 'Stairway to Heaven'. This was a graveside service....and the weather was perfect.
(((hugs)))
lindysalsagal
(20,680 posts)Corvo Bianco
(1,148 posts)Too bad there isn't a queen recording
csziggy
(34,136 posts)rurallib
(62,411 posts)sounds like she had a lot of joy in her life.
ETA the flash mob version:
Glorfindel
(9,729 posts)"Oh, cold, cold, rigid, dreadful Death, set up thine altar here, and dress it with such terrors as thou hast at thy command: for this is thy dominion!
But of the loved, revered, and honoured head thou canst not turn one hair to thy dread purposes, or make one feature odious.
It is not that the hand is heavy, and will fall down when released; it is not that the heart and pulse are still; but that the hand was open, generous, and true; the heart brave, warm, and tender; and the pulse a woman's.
Strike, Shadow, strike! And see her good deeds springing from the wound, to sow the world with life immortal!"
paraphrased from "A Christmas Carol," by Charles Dickens