gargoyle this is awful. Everything has its time and place. This is no place for cynism, but a place to weep together, for shared grieve is halved grieve.

Dear ones, I feel with you. Death seems so far away sometimes. When we are confronted with it we feel so helpless and alone. I send my love to you all. Tell me of your lost dear ones. Tell me how they lived, how they enlightened your days. Tell me of those little smiles, those moments of love and compassion, tell me of the way the sunlight sparkled in their eyes when they had a good laugh on a summer morning. And they will come again and touch you with a soft kiss on your forehead. We will shed tears for them together, but warm tears of gratefulness, for in our memory they will live on, immortal as a part of that grat song of live. And then you will know they await you to embrace you once again, giving you a warm welcome on the gates of eternity.

God bless them, and Jesus kiss your grieve away.