Laughter, joy, delight and inspiration - this is what we experience at the funeral of a happy man or woman. However, most of us are born, live and die without having had sufficient time to entertain the host. This is why the death of a small child causes an agonising pain beyond words. Only tears and despair are fit to draw this pain, and we are, for a time, inconsolable. Nevertheless, we will stand again some day, and we will even laugh again, for we are human beings and we are remarkable creatures.
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