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,...
As a token of gratitude for your unwavering support, I'm shaking things up this holiday season. Brace yourselves for a double treat: not only will I be dropping episodes every week in December and January, but I'm also introducing a special series every second or third week called #Life. What is #Life, you ask? It's a dive into those mini-deaths and unexpected grief events we encounter—think the demise of a business, the end of an opportunity, or the unraveling of a marriage and famil...
#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,...
