The Death Of A Funeral

Being a funeral director takes having a strong stomach and skill dealing with grief. There are many different ways people mourn. Religions have different rites as well as celebration of someone’s life. Every culture and civilization has three common threads dealing with death and their final internment. There are three main steps when someone dies. First is the preparation of the body, then some type of ceremony, and finally internment.

I stood there in anticipation, speech in hand, facing the crowd. Then, I ripped apart the speech, but I had no worries about the paper. After all, I had already memorized the whole speech. At that moment, my goal was to inspire people with my speech. I had never thought I would be able to stand there in the gaze of a giant audience.

“Silence!” The Giver commanded as he waved his hands down in front of the emotion-heavy citizens. Subdued they stood frozen in his presence, fixed on his words.

As he continued with his speech he said,

“Everyone, please calm down.” His words could not be heard over the loud voices of the

Approaching the boy, he called out "Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”

During the speech, I was also a good speaker in many ways. I had a good voice projection, my hand moment was consistent, I was always facing the audience and held eye contact, and had facial expressions to emphasize the importance of a topic. Right off the bat when I was explaining my citation saying According to the U.S Census Bureau “there are alone 5.7% Asian’s in the United States,” I was pointing my hands to make sure everyone was paying attention to the numbers. Another thing I did well during the speech was, that I kept eye contact with everyone during the speech

He spoke of how the last week had been agonizing for his family, and how the grief will remain for the rest of their lives. This led some viewers to see him in a better light, slightly lessening the damage to his reputation. He used that to preface his next statement, bringing up the question of whether his reputation was so tarnished that he should resign his seat in the Senate. He used solemn body language and vocal tones to show the serious nature of the situation and his possible decision, staring at the camera with quiet

Throughout our lives, we have buried our dead. It is a normal process, embedded into our culture since, to what seems so to us at least, the beginning. However, we never thought to ask ourselves when actually this practice began. Also we never thought to ask if we were the only ones to entomb our dead in a ritualistic way. There is evidence of our distant cousins Homo neanderthalensis, or Neanderthal, exhibit similar burial practices that we do to this day. Neanderthal sites often have artifacts and possible different burial practices which can means that they have the ability to do ritualistic burials. They are one of the links that may play a huge role in understanding our past, and how our concept of death and the treatment of them began. The topic of burying the dead is a big subject being because it is proof of some higher thought in our ancestors. One of the major questions of human evolution is when we gained the ability to conduct more complex and advance thought. By understanding our past we can have a better understanding of our future. If we understood how our minds developed and formed we may be able to better predict where it is going or at the least understand how our brains came to be up until present day.

The press went crazy shouting questions at him. He paused to listen, then spoke again.

The feedback from the crowd grows stronger as the speech moves on. People are clapping, whistling and, shouting out during parts of the speech. Also throughout the video of the speech the audience can be seen waving makeshift fans and wiping sweat from their faces. This could be interference as the heat might make some people anxious to get out of there. The President does mention he’ll be brief in the beginning of the

The crowd was quiet. A few cheers were heard in the distance, but it wasn’t enough.

It was almost midnight when he tossed a log on the fire and excused himself to turn in. Lauren made herself comfortable on the cot, but she was afraid to sleep. The tears flowed then, a sad sense of loss and frustration.

Today was funeral day. My mom’s funeral. It was a dark October thursday, the clouds were brewing a storm. A slight breeze disturbed my neck. My uncomfortable suit sleeves bellowed in the cold breeze.. I hadn’t felt any emotions since the day of her death, which was weeks ago, almost as if my emotion is grey. It was warm then, as my mind was too. Nowadays, up until today, my mind has been a dark fog, as if my mind was released into the sky, darkening everyone’s day, arriving at my mom’s funeral or just to cuddle up with their friends and family in front of a warm crackling fire, telling the stories of their childhood and how times were better. Not me, my dad usually ignored me and he only worked on managing my mom’s fortune. Yeah. My mom’s

now. The only thing I can do now is pray and hope. To pray that I will