Elaborate burial customs are a sure sign of decadence.
Everybody around us was weeping. Someone began to recite Kaddish, the prayer for the dead. I don't know whether, during the history of the Jewish people, men have ever before recited Kaddish for themselves.
Though it may be more romantic to picture the bereaved as gaunt, I imagine you can grieve as efficiently with chocolates as with tap water.
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity
The only way we'll know where we're going is to look at the past and to remember who we were through ceremonies and rituals.
On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.
