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• But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
  -- Charles Wolfe (1791-1823) -- The Burial of Sir John Moore...
• Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory
  We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory....
• A man's ingress into the world is naked and bare, His progress through the world is trouble and care
  And lastly, his egress out of the world, is nobody knows where....
• T is sweet, as year by year we lose Friends out of sight, in faith to muse How grows in Paradise our store.
  -- John Keble (1792-1866) -- Burial of the Dead...
• FUNERAL, n. A pageant whereby we attest our respect for the dead by enriching the undertaker, and strengthen our grief by an expenditure that deepens our groans and doubles our tears.
  The savage dies -- they sacrifice a horse To bear to happy hunting-grounds the corse....
• Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard. -- Gene Wolfe
• The human species, according to the best theory I can form of it, is composed of two distinct races, the men who borrow and the men who lend.
  Charles Lamb ['Essays of Elia', 1823]...
• Questioning an undertaker: Can a person furnish his own casket?
  Would a large radio cabinet be acceptable for burial if hollowed out and made into a child's casket?...
• In the midst of life we are in death. -- Book of Common Prayer -- The Burial Service