Words for a Funeral…

“Stop all the clocks

Turn off the telephone?”

I’ve already been told I can’t do “They fuck you up, your mum and dad” or the complete lyrics of ‘Angels’ by Robbie.  So here are my thoughts:

I’m thinking journeys.  Grandpa was not religious. Talking to my da he just told me that Grampa used to drop the family at church and go home to cook the dinner.  Seems  to me the best kind of Sunday service.  So God or anything too spiritual seems a bit of a no-no.  So journeys.  There are some beautiful words about travelling.

Here’s what I found so far:

Departure by Coventry Patmore


Remember by Rosetti


Lights Out by Edward Thomas


It’s hard to find something appropriate for a Grandfather.  Most death verse seems to be about lovers.  I love ‘Rage, rage against the dying of the light’ but there was no raging at the end.  There were hospitals and drugs and wards.  There was a grieving family but most of all there was silence…  ‘And the rest is silence’?  Shakespeare maybe?  This must be pondered and discussed with those who matter and who I trust.

I just broke and typed in ‘poems for funerals’ into google.  I love google.  Anyone who does anything even vaguely creative loves google.  Found this:


Looks like I am vaguely on the right track.  My da wanted me to do a poem called the Garden of Persephone:


It is indeed beautiful but seems a bit bleak.  I feel, personally, that a funeral should be a celebration of a life and not sure if this celebrates. 

This turns my mind to what I want – my legacy if I die.  I want Frank Turner’s ‘Long Live the Queen’, something by Emmy the Great or Darren Hayman and ‘Bring Me Sunshine’  for music.  I want there to be singing and dancing and jokes, people to laugh and think I had a good innings and love life as much as I do.  

I want this read at mine. Joyce Grenfell is one of my all-time heroes and her words always seem right to me:

Life Goes On

If I should go before the rest of you
Break not a flower
Nor inscribe a stone
Nor when I am gone
Speak in a Sunday voice
But be the usual selves
That I have known

Weep if you must
Parting is hell
But life goes on
So …. sing as well

Joyce Grenfell

Thoughtfully, over and out.

One Comment Add yours

  1. alice says:

    this is Roy Croft, its not necessarily a suggestion…in fact it isn’t,i just like it!!

    “I love you,
    Not only for what you are,
    But for what I am
    When I am with you.

    I love you,
    Not only for what
    You have made of yourself,
    But for what
    You are making of me.
    I love you
    For the part of me
    That you bring out;
    I love you
    For putting your hand
    Into my heaped-up heart
    And passing over
    All the foolish, weak things
    That you can’t help
    Dimly seeing there,
    And for drawing out
    Into the light
    All the beautiful belongings
    That no one else had looked
    Quite far enough to find.

    I love you because you
    Are helping me to make
    Of the lumber of my life
    Not a tavern
    But a temple;
    Out of the works
    Of my every day
    Not a reproach
    But a song.

    I love you
    Because you have done
    More than any creed
    Could have done
    To make me good
    And more than any fate
    Could have done
    To make me happy.
    You have done it
    Without a touch,
    Without a word,
    Without a sign.
    You have done it
    By being yourself.
    Perhaps that is what
    Being a friend means,
    After all.”


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