I'll let the words of W. Auden speak for me.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking, with a nice, juicy bone.
Silence the piano and with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let the airplanes circle, moaning overheard,
Scribbling in the sky the message, He is Dead.
Put white bows round the necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves.
He was my north, my south, my east, my west,
My working week, and my Sunday rest.
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now, put out everyone one,
Pack up the moon, dismantle the sun.
Pour away oceans and sweep up the woods,
For nothing now, can ever come to any good.
I'll miss you Lance, you were a great man. You stood tall and proud through all your life here. Your love and kindness to others let them know you cared. You were always confident in who you were and never faltered from it. You gave to others and asked nothing for yourself, enjoying the happiness that you brought to them.
You were an individual, a maverick, never afraid to push the limits and go the distance. You stood alone in a sea of humanity and were easily recognized from them. It was the respect, the trust, the love you showed others that made you who you were.
Rest dear Lance, you deserve your peace. You've given your best, your dearest, your all. You'll never be forgotten, your legacy will live on. Your words have captured hearts and held them, forever to be remembered for their depth of meaning. Your efforts to bring happiness are not in vain.
I'll miss you dear friend, it has been an honour and priviledge to be you. On this the day of your birth, I lay you to rest and grant you peace. May the pains and hurt your life had become, be gone now and leave you knowing what a joyous life can be.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking, with a nice, juicy bone.
Silence the piano and with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let the airplanes circle, moaning overheard,
Scribbling in the sky the message, He is Dead.
Put white bows round the necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves.
He was my north, my south, my east, my west,
My working week, and my Sunday rest.
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now, put out everyone one,
Pack up the moon, dismantle the sun.
Pour away oceans and sweep up the woods,
For nothing now, can ever come to any good.
I'll miss you Lance, you were a great man. You stood tall and proud through all your life here. Your love and kindness to others let them know you cared. You were always confident in who you were and never faltered from it. You gave to others and asked nothing for yourself, enjoying the happiness that you brought to them.
You were an individual, a maverick, never afraid to push the limits and go the distance. You stood alone in a sea of humanity and were easily recognized from them. It was the respect, the trust, the love you showed others that made you who you were.
Rest dear Lance, you deserve your peace. You've given your best, your dearest, your all. You'll never be forgotten, your legacy will live on. Your words have captured hearts and held them, forever to be remembered for their depth of meaning. Your efforts to bring happiness are not in vain.
I'll miss you dear friend, it has been an honour and priviledge to be you. On this the day of your birth, I lay you to rest and grant you peace. May the pains and hurt your life had become, be gone now and leave you knowing what a joyous life can be.
