Words from Trumpet

"Death even for the dead is slow. I can feel Joss around this room with the fire going strong. He pulls and then lets go, pulls and lets go. Slack one minute, tight the next. I see his whole stomach suck in all the air then let it out again. When his tomach dips in like that, when he goes hollow, I rub the back of his hand untill he lets his breath out again.I can see the dead Joss quite clearly now."

"I didn't feel like I was living a lie. I felt like I was living a life. Hindsight is a lie."

"I sit down opposite Joss's armchair. The last few days of his life keep replaying in front of my eyes, like a film. Like a special bit in a film that you watch over and over again. I can't stop playing. Joss stares at me. He isn't trying to speak.

He struggles for three days. I don't sleep at all. I nod in and out of my own existence with him. Time is strange for us both. We have our own time now. The light glows and fades and glows again. Time is like a heron in the sky flying, gliding but not seeming to be moving anywhere, flying on the spot. He can't speak and I can't either. We have gone beyongd words. Out there-stranded, beyond time and language.

I walk right up to the border with him, supposing the weight of him on my shouders. He is light now, I feel him crossing over. I know I have turn back. I leave him there and at the same time I carry him back."

"Death hath ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exits"

"That's why you hear a lot of people say that the dead are the dead are unrecognizable. The feason the families can barely connects the dead person to the living person is because the dead person has changed."

"Death is larger than life."
--From Trumpet

My words:
the reason why people thought death to be so morbid, and got infuriated when people like the funeral planner in the book talked about, is becuase no one can ever accept the fact that they are going to die one day. Death is too true to believe.