Rather upsets a man’s day, a funeral does.
Never joke at funerals, or during business transactions.
Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.
Funerals are pretty compared to death. Funerals are quiet, but deaths – not always.
Funerals all over the world everywhere every minute. Shovelling them under by the cartload doublequick. Thousands every hour. Too many in the world.
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.