In the final episode of #Hashtag Death I share what people really speak about at funerals, as someone who has been involved in more than 900 funerals. This is the end of the road for the podcast, but not the end of conversations around death and dying. There is a famous poem which is read at a lot of funerals, which goes: When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me I want to rites in a gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little and not for too long,...
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In the final episode of #Hashtag Death I share what people really speak about at funerals, as someone who has been involved in more than 900 funerals. This is the end of the road for the podcast, but not the end of conversations around death and dying. There is a famous poem which is read at a lot of funerals, which goes: When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me I want to rites in a gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little and not for too long,...
Have you ever wondered how to best approach conversations about mental health? In this episode, we chat to Georgia and Amanda from the Going Loco podcast. The pair take a light-hearted look at people facing mental health challenges to break down stigmas and barriers, through humour. In this chat packed full of banter we talk about deaths of loved ones and mental health challenges, and how the two can often go hand-in-hand. The ladies both have lived experiences and share some useful tips to...
#Hashtag Death
In the final episode of #Hashtag Death I share what people really speak about at funerals, as someone who has been involved in more than 900 funerals. This is the end of the road for the podcast, but not the end of conversations around death and dying. There is a famous poem which is read at a lot of funerals, which goes: When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me I want to rites in a gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little and not for too long,...
