Iām getting cremated
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Any nice readings or songs for a funeral mass lads?
Hard to think of them when you are asked.
He loved nature and the outside world
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The Lord is my shepherd is my favourite funeral reading. Abide with me is my favourite hymn but youād want a choir for that Iād say.
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I was very sorry to read of your situation, how awful.
Will it be a religious service? All the best songs for those situations are owned by the church anyway,
I love āHow great thou artā and ābe not afraidā, beautiful songs, beautiful lyrics.
Best of luck, be strong
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I like them too.
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you could always do a manly hopkins poem
"Glory be to God for dappled things ā
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finchesā wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced ā fold, fallow, and plough;
And Ɣll trƔdes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him."
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I was at a memorial service for an old pal at the weekend and a lady read this poem.
It was very nice.
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Condolences.
The Song of Wandering Aengus
By William Butler Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
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Thanks lads. Iāll work away with those.
The one to be played before the button is pushed and I head off into the flamesā¦
The parting glass is great song
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At the place in Ringaskiddy we all sang my late brother Noels favourite ā my wayā
As he was cremated, he loved it and by fuck he did life his way, never hurt a person
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Agreed
Tom Trauberts blues (Waits) followed by Fiesta (MacGowan)
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āFirst we take Manhattanā Leonard Cohen