Death aims only once????????, but never misses
Death is more universal???????? than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives
A friend who dies, it’s something???????? of you who dies
Death leaves a heartache???????? no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal
The bitterest tears shed over???????? graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone
After all, what’s a life, ????????anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die
I want to be all used up???????? when I die
Nothing in life is promised???????? except death
After your death you will be???????? what you were before your birth
The goal of all life???????? is death
Death, they say, acquits???????? us of all obligations
No one can confidently ????????say that he will still be living tomorrow
Death is the wish of some????????, the relief of many, and the end of all
It is natural to die as to ????????be born
Our dead are never dead to us????????, until we have forgotten them
How people die remains in the???????? memory of those who live on
Death may be the greatest???????? of all human blessings
God gave us memory???????? so that we might have roses in December.
At the blueness of the skies???????? and in the warmth of summer, we remember them.
To live in hearts we leave???????? behind is not to die.
There are far, far better things???????? ahead than any we leave behind.
If we don't know Jesus, we will ????????fear death and its sting - and we should.
May we live respected ????????and die regretted.
A brush with death always???????? helps us to live our lives better.