Death is the end of Life,
Ah, why should Life all labour be?
Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
I sent my soul through the invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell,
And by and by, my soul returned to me,
And answer’d: ‘I myself am Heav’n and Hell’.
Grief is just love with nowhere to go.
GRANDDAD….. STOP THE FUNERAL!