"Truly, it is the indescribable sweetness of contemplation which you give to those who love you. In this you have shown the tenderness of your charity, that when I had no being you made me; and when I strayed away from you, you brought me back again to serve you and commanded me to love you." The Imitation of Christ
Thursday, 12 April 2007
My friend Newhousenewjob has just come back from her great-uncle's funeral. I think I shall write a clause into my will to the effect that, should anyone not raise a glass at my wake, I shall return to haunt them!
I loved the following little quote:
"It's been said that the only difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish wake is that there's one less drunk at the wake."