When I vacate this sack of old bones I won't care what you do with it. Bury or burn it but don't make much fuss.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Do what you love. Know your own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.
I bury things in the back of my mind I don't really want to deal with.
Bury your mistakes.
Let my body be delivered to the earth without attention to the place where it lies; nothing should be associated with my dusty remains. Shame on him who draws any attention to a rotted flesh that is already no longer mine: he is worshipping the worms nibbling it.
I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.
I'm not sure I make old bones in parliament. It's an amazing experience to have had but I can't see myself being Mother of the House.
I archive a lot of my clothes and have them wrapped up and in boxes. I call them 'little tombs' and keep them in a storage space... I would never get rid of the dress I wore on the night I won my Oscar. When I die, someone can have it, but not a minute before!
I don't think that eating bones is necessarily gruesome unless you're a vegetarian.
Don't go to the grave with life unused.
Don't bury me with anyone old.