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Immortal My brother has gone to hundreds
of funerals.
He has so many friends he loves.
He wants to honor their parents
and loved ones.
Once it lifted him when
others came to the funeral
of his father.
May his own be many decades
hence.
I agree with the jist of this poem;
Funerals are for the living.
I tell all my friends; "Please send
me my flowers now, while I am still alive."
"May his own be many decades hence..."
and may all ours, (mine, yours and all our
friends and family)
"be many decades hence"!