Quote by Blythe Woolston

“There are many rhymes about magpies, but none of them is very reliable because they are not the ones that the magpies know themselves.”

— Terry Pratchett

“This started when I fell into the Spiral Garden, a body made of sparks, and now it ends at the Bowl of Bones. I'll…

— Victoria Aveyard

“Are Pixie sticks made out of cremated Pixies?”

— Neil Leckman

“You are my favorite person. I want to be buried next to you. we'll have a shared tombstone. It'll read, 'Holmesy and Daisy: They…

— John Green

“Who died in the shop and how does it already smell like something has been decaying in the hot sun?" "Oh, you know us.…

— Nichole Chase

“If I go back home to Wittenberg, I'll lie down in a coffin and give the maggots a fat doctor to eat.”

— Martin Luther

“The roads twist and turn up there like maggots on an overripe peach.”

— Walter Mosley

“Funeral = real fun.”

— Jarkko Laine

“I’d been to more funerals than I cared to count, and eaten so many ham and butter sandwiches I could practically taste the flour-dusted…

— Mindy Mejia

“The last time somebody was cremated, his ashes were sprinkled from a crop duster. We all ran for cover. We liked him fine, but…

— Gayden Metcalfe

“This deranged jungle of ironies coinhabits my skull like feathers and fireworks. My heart fills with stones. I am the mad aunt who laughs…

— Ellen Meloy

“Death is a dark flower, its perfume heady and dangerous as it pulls you into its bosom.”

— Carol Weekes