Funeral Planning Quotes

Many people die at twenty five and aren't buried until they are seventy five.

I was fantasising about my own death, I started thinking what my funeral would be like and what music would be played, I was at that level of insanity.

I wish to be cremated. One tenth of my ashes shall be given to my agent, as written in our contract.

A sea of red lights, and I slow down. My job now is to gather everyone together and tell them we have to let her go. I won't tell anyone over the phone, because I didn't like hearing the news from the doctor that way. I have maybe a week to handle the arrangements, as the doctor said, but the arrangements are overwhelming. How do I learn how to run a family? How do I say goodbye to someone I love so much that I've forgotten just how much I love her?

It was plain to see the Hollywood undertakers take care of everything. If you die you don't have to lift a finger.

I want a state funeral with bells ringing across the land! Then I'd love the congregation to do the hokey cokey and for can-can girls to dance down the aisle. I've already bought the plot in Worcestershire next to my parents.

My own funeral, I'd like to be laid out in a coffin in my own house. I would like my coffin to be put in the double parlor, and I would like all the flowers to be white.

I don't want to be buried in a Red Sox casket.

I want to be cremated, and I want my ashes blown in Uri Geller's eyes.

I want his funeral to be as much like Abraham Lincoln’s as possible.

The day after my mom died I fly back to California and spend the three weeks before the California primary making arrangements for her cremation, planning and getting the house ready for a memorial service and covering political rallies in Southern California. The normalcy of work helps.

Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody elses.

When I die, if the word 'thong' appears in the first or second sentence of my obituary, I've screwed up.

I've changed my mind. I've decided that at the end I want to be cremated and my ashes scattered over someone I don't like.

My dad was diagnosed with cancer, so we ended up burying him a year to the day that he was diagnosed.

What's going to happen when I die? I may be buried, or I may be cremated, I may give my body to science. I haven't decided yet.

Bill Clinton is the only ex-president who hasn't planned his own funeral. But, in his defense, in the past he has said he wants to be buried next to Hillary. I guess he figures he never slept next to her when they were alive, might as well try it now that they're dead.

I tell my children now that they are older, 'If something happens to me... don't make no big fuss over me. Don't make no big expense on my funeral. Don't put any pressure on the rest of the family. I've loved everybody, and I hope they loved me. But don't create this big expense for the family.'

For three days after death, hair and fingernails continue to grow but phone calls taper off.

Prepare for death, if here at night you roam, and sign your will before you sup from home.

As a member of Congress, and a parent, I understand the importance of ensuring that families are able to provide a meaningful and proper burial for their loved ones.

When we deal with death, the pupils will always be fixed and dilated, which indicates that there is no longer brain activity or response.

I don't want the sort of funeral that everybody else has, but there is one hymn, a good Protestant hymn, and it is sung at all Protestant funerals, and I think I should have it sung at mine. It is called 'The Day Thou Gave Us Lord is Ended'.

I don't want to die in a car accident. When I die it'll be a glorious day. It'll probably be a waterfall.

I haven't really thought about where to scatter my ashes when the time comes, but I doubt that it would be in space.