Chuck Palahniuk Quotes

Funerals...are for the living.

A funeral isn't for the dead. You'll simply be a stage set for a kind of festival maybe. And besides, you won't even be there.

Funerals prove that someone is really gone.

Death was a big part of my life growing up. I went to lots of funerals.

Isn't a memorial service meant to comfort the living?

I hate funerals. They aren't for the guy who's dead. They're for the guys who are left alive and enjoy mourning.

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.

Memorial Service: Farewell party for someone who already left.

Now you may write the eulogy for my funeral.

I go to funerals. I go to earthquakes.

The grave is a crucible where memory is purified; we only remember a dead friend by those qualities which make him regretted.

When you attend a funeral, It is sad to think that sooner o' Later those you love will do the same for you. And you may have thought it tragic, Not to mention other adjec- Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do. (But don't you worry.

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral.

Graves are for the living, not the dead. It gives us something to concentrate on instead of the fact that our loved one is rotting under the ground.

The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.

I should like to abolish funerals; the time to mourn a person is at his birth, not his death.

I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.

A good funeral gets the dead where they need to go and the living where they need to be.

I've been to many funerals of funny people, and they're some of the funniest days you'll ever have, because the emotions run high.

The reason so many people turned up at his funeral is that they wanted to make sure he was dead.

There are so many cruel decisions parents have to make when their child dies. The funeral director requested a sheet for the coffin, and I sent the cozy flannel one, pale blue with happy snowmen, that had just been put away with the winter linens.

How one deals with the death of a loved one is a highly personalized affair. Some people weep for days; others take a hike in the woods or count rosary beads.

Eulogy is nice, but one does not learn anything from it.

My dad died of a stroke.

I have nothing against undertakers personally. It's just that I wouldn't want one to bury my sister.