Tennessee Williams

[...] funerals are pretty compared to deaths. Funerals are quiet, but deaths - not always. Sometimes their breathing is hoarse, and sometimes it rattles, and sometimes they even cry out to you, ' Don't let me go!' Evuen the old, sometimes, say, 'Don't let me go.' As if you were able to stop them ! But funerals are quiet, with pretty flowers. And, oh, what gorgeous boxes they pack them away in ! Unless you were there at the bed when they cried out, 'Hold me!' you'd never suspect there was the struggle for breath and bleeding.