Objectivity? I've Always Had An Objective.

I Have Nothing Against Undertakers Personally. It's Just That I Wouldn't Want One To Bury My Sister.

One Is Only Really Inwardly Comfortable, So To Speak, After One's Life Has Assumed Some Sort Of Shape. Not Just A Routine, Like Studying Or A Job Or Being A Housewife, But Something More Complete Than All Those, Which Would Include Goals Set By Oneself And A Circle Of Life-time Type Friends. I Think This Is One Of The Hardest Things To Achieve, In Fact Often Just Trying Doesn't Achieve It But Rather It Seems To Develop Almost By Accident.

Knowing Few Children Of My Age With Whom To Compare Notes, I Envied The Children Of Literature To Whom Interesting Things Were Always Happening.

Funeralese Has Had Its Ups And Downs. The Word 'morticians,' First Used In Embalmers Monthly For February, 1895, Was Barred By The Chicago Tribune In 1932, 'not For Lack Of Sympathy With The Ambition Of Undertakers To Be Well Regarded, But Because Of It. If They Haven't The Sense To Save Themselves From Their Own Lexicographers, We Shall Not Be Guilty Of Abetting Them In Their Folly.

You May Not Be Able To Change The World, But At Least You Can Embarrass The Guilty.