Todd's Funeral: A Short Story

In the article “Driving to the Funeral” the author Anna Quindlen addresses the issue of the age to begin driving. She believes that the age 16 is far too young teenagers to begin driving. Driving at a too young of an age is one big reason that the way majority of teenagers die is because of automobile accidents. There isn’t enough limitations on young drivers, causing safety concerns. Parents shouldn’t allow their children to drive at such a young age, just because they want their kids to have “freedom and responsibility”.

Driving to the Funeral was written by the Pulitzer Prize winner, Anna Quindlen. Anna Quindlen addressed the topics of the current problem of teenage auto accidents in the United States, the question of appropriate ages to be licensed, and other “fixes” for teenage automobile related deaths. In this passage the author is trying to persuade parents of teenagers and the states to raise the legal driving age to lower the teenage driving accident and death count.

Throughout history, the governing Party has always reformed the laws into benefiting themselves and the British were known for carrying this out. Before we go into further detail, I’m known as Sir James Murray and I was the first colonial governor of the British ruled Quebec.

The short story “Driving to the Funeral” by Anna Quindlen discusses about the appropriate age to start driving. The author starts out by stating that “car crashes are the No. 1 cause of death among 15 to 20-year-olds in this country.” Many teenagers start driving at 16 and that is the reason why the number of car crashes continue to go up for their age group. Quindlen questions why parents of 16-year-olds allow their kids to start driving right away without giving it much thought. Their recklessness only leads to missing countless high school memories that last a lifetime. Teenagers who start driving early are known to break protocols, which is one of the reasons of fatal car crashes. One protocol is that they are not allowed to carry more

The article “Driving to The Funeral” by Anna Quindlen discusses the rite of passage when it comes to driving at sixteen and the risks that come with young drivers. The beginning of the article gives you a reminder of the major high school milestones that everyone hits, even the unfortunate ones. This is where the author jumps right into statistics of teen accident rates; (“…car crashes are the No. 1 cause of death among 15-to-20-year old’s in this country”). The purpose of the article is to take teen driving seriously as an accident can be lifechanging.

In the article Driving to the Funeral Anna Quindlen talks about teens that are between the ages of 15-20 are the ones who are most likely to be involved in car crashes before graduating high school. This article is intended to be read by parents primarily, as they are the main demographic that the topic of teenage driving concerns. Quindlen uses pathos, logos and ethos to inform parents with children for a higher driving age.

As a student of funeral service, Reverence for the Dead is extremely important. I found this book interesting and it made me think a lot more about ethical practices. Todd Van Beck has been a wonderful teacher, but my time being his student has made me come to realize that he’s also a very good person. Todd Van Beck talks about very serious topics in this book from death, to funerals, to caring for the dead in a correct manner. Van Beck gives us his beliefs on the subjects along with beliefs of many well-known psychologists. The passage about Dr. Edgar N. Jackson (1910-1994) had a strong impression on me. I joined this career path because I believe in the importance of preparation, preservation, and beautification of the dead also. Dr.

It was on February 11, 2012 that singer Whitney Houston was found dead in her Beverly Hills hotel room just hours before she was scheduled to attend a party. The 48 year old singer's "last days were spent surrounded by family, catching up with old friends and doing a bit of what she was best known for: singing." ("Whitney Houston Obituary") However, within an hour of the announcement of her death, literally millions of fans from around the world were reacting as if they had lost a very close, personal friend. While the vast majority of the world went about their daily business without effect, some people, who likely never actually met Whitney Houston, were grieving. Ferdinand Tonnies, a 19th century German sociologist, formulated a theory about two types of social relationships which can be loosely translated as "community," and "society." In the case of Whitney Houston's death, the coroner's autopsy report, which would normally only be viewed by a small number of close personal friends within the deceased's immediate community, has been publicly released and the intimate information contained within it has been exposed to millions of people worldwide.

Have you ever laughed at the most inappropriate moment? In chapter 13 of Dracula by Bram Stoker, Van Helsing laughs hysterically after Lucy 's funeral. How did this come about? Lucy was sleepwalking one night when her friend, Mina, finds her with two puncture wounds on her neck. Lucy continues to have sleep disturbances and becomes pale and weak, requiring several blood transfusions from each of three men who have all asked Lucy to marry them: Arthur Holcomb, Quincey Morris, and Dr. Seward. Dr. Seward 's friend, Van Helsing cared for Lucy during her illness. However, after a terrible night where a wolf 's head came through her window in the middle of the night, killing her mother of heart disease, Lucy is unable to be revived and dies.

Medieval China, as seen in the Stories from a Ming Collection, was characterized by distinct separations between men and women’s abilities, typical old fashioned family structure, and a desire to advance their social status. Throughout all the stories in this book, it dives deep into different aspects of how men and women are treated, how families were structured and how that affects their lives, as well as the values these people held. A very common trend in the stories was how different men and women were treated and the limitations they may or may not had.

Hey! I’m a coffin, I don’t have a name so for now you can call me CoCo. The reason I don’t have a name because my mom Coffintella passed away before giving me a name. So now that you know that I don’t have a name let me give you a background story of me. My cousins once told me I’m named after my grandfather, Author. No one never calls me that so I stick to the name CoCo. My grandfather passed away a long time ago before I was even thought about. By the way, since my mother and other family members passed away, I’ve been living by myself lately. Now, the only ones in the family that’s living is me and my three cousins. I haven’t seen them in ages, they live across the country. So now that I’ve introduced myself, I’m going to tell you where the stuff that I’m made out of and where they come from and goes. My oldest cousin Coufin, she’s over 167 years old and she lives in India. The product I’m made out of is cotton (velvet) which is made in India in the shop

The body in the coffin was what Charlie could have been, what he wanted to be. If it was possible to live through another person then Charlie lived through his hero. Every kick of the ball he kicked it too. All the triumphs, the glory, the victories shared. Charlie remembered meeting him; he could remember every moment of that meeting like it was yesterday.

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

As I got closer to my family’s area of the cemetery I had finished feeding the little kitten the last of the cat food I saved for him which I broke up into little pieces that he could handle. Then, I watched as his eyes began to close as he drifted off to sleep in my arms from a food coma.

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