Friday, November 4, 2011

Immortality


In life he asked for bread; when dead they gave him a costly pile of stone.

From Little Journeys, Vol. 1, by Elbert Hubbard,
on visiting Kensal Green Cemetery, London


5 comments:

Old 333 said...

Mmmm, stone.

William Michaelian said...

“Everybody must get stoned.”

Stream Source said...

Ha! Didn't see that one coming.

Wine and Words said...

Headstones cost everything. All of you spent on the few letters that will fit across the width. Phooey. I want no headstone, no casket, no funeral, no wake. Just all I gave you, moving on without me. Good enough.

William Michaelian said...

Rock on, Donna!

Annie, I understand. But I do love cemeteries, the older and stonier the better. There’s a little one on a knoll in the country about twenty miles from where we live, with some markers made of wood, the names and dates barely legible, if at all. Simple pioneer folk who arrived here with just strength enough to die, or to bury one or more of their children.