As news spread, people started flocking the town graveyard to mourn as his lifeless body lay flat.
The priest said the prayers, and the mourners offered flowers as their last respect.
Lots of hushed murmurs about how the deceased was during his lifetime; some praised him, while some who knew otherwise, kept quiet.
He was no doubt a very successful man, but also had a dubious past.
Little far he stood, invisible to all, as he stared at his own funeral - he could hear them all.
Once a real-estate tycoon, in death, all he had was a six feet grave.
Well said. We can't take it with us to the grave
ReplyDeleteLet the punishment fit the crime! hehehehe
ReplyDeleteAlas, shrouds have no pockets...
ReplyDeleteHow much land does a man need?
ReplyDeleteGood reminder
ReplyDeleteDear Nandini,
ReplyDeleteFor dust we are and unto dust we shall return.
Shalom,
Rochelle