Podcasts about funerals

Funerals are held for Dom Phillips and Bruno Pereira and there is hope that the election of President Lula will mean new protections for the Amazon – and that the killers of Dom and Bruno will face justice. But organised crime is widespread and deep-rooted. The investigative journalist Sônia Bridi tells the Guardian's Latin America correspondent Tom Phillips about a man who allegedly not only may have helped plan the killings but may have ordered them. A man whose name strikes fear across the region

Tune into this week's episode of Leadership Now with Dr. Aaron Rock where Aaron discusses the unique gospel opportunities of weddings and funerals and how to best use them to point people to Christ. More Resources: More resources at beachheadmedia.ca Beachhead Media YouTube

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This week we are joined by Kyla for a 3-way cutthroat match. Aaron hosts three sets of games to see who can come out with the most points.Game 1 - Like Share Block Three news stories, players will have to guess which story I would Like, which I would Share, and which I would Block on social media. There is only one correct combination, and it contains one of each option. Story 1 - Michigan Father and Son Find Bigfoot and Say He Should be Renamed Bigbutt https://bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=78631 Story 2 - Mule-Riding 'Cowboy Cody' Arrested for Releasing Raccoon Inside Bar That Refused to Serve Him https://nypost.com/2025/06/10/us-news/raccoon-released-into-a-packed-kentucky-restaurant-in-misguided-plot-for-revenge/ Story 3 - Woman Attends Strangers' Funerals for Two Years in Bid to Catch Undertaker's Eye - And it Works https://whatsthejam.com/world-news/bride-who-arrived-at-wedding-in-hearse-went-to-funerals-for-two-years-to-catch-undertakers-eye/ Game 2 - The Cost is Correct I've got five items, our players simply have to bid as close as they can to the final auction price without going over. The player(s) with the most listings after all five wins the game and gets two episode points. Game 3 - Just Correlate Players will choose a keyboard key (CTRL, ALT, DEL, INSERT, HOME, END) and be given a series of clues, which all share something in common. If the player guesses the commonality after one clue, they get five points, after two clues, three points, after three clues, two points, if all four clues are needed, one point. If the player fails to guess or guesses wrong, all clues will be revealed and the other players will guess in turn order to try to steal for one point. After all keys have been played, the player with the most points wins the game and earns three episode points. Promos this week @SuperMediaBros @SuggestedArticlesProudly Sponsored by Peace, Love, & Budhttps://www.plbud.com/Shoutouts to our Patrons; Mexi, Justin B, Kristin F ,Jeramey F ,Flaose, Todd, Jim, Flaos, Bridget F., David M., Dave A, Erin S, Donna/Colin Maggs,The GateLeapers, Kacey S., William M., Crunchie, DJ Xanthus, Crystal D., Jeff S.Free Followers on Patreon: Joáo C, Joep, Leonardo, Irsya Cahyo, Teanna Cm Lucho D.Founding Members of @OddPodsMedia https://www.patreon.com/BFYTWShow Music by @KeroseneLetter and @Mexigun Our Merch Available by contacting us.https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCyJG-PDn6su32Et_eSiC6RQwww.BFYTWpod.com

In 1392, nobody in the Plantagenet realm was expecting one of their own to be gored to death by a wild boar. The grim reaper's busy. More shock deaths befall the Gaunt and Bolingbroke household, and Richard is made a widow. While the king puts on the waterworks, Richard turns grief into opportunity. Remember, you can always keep the discussion as a royal favourite subscriber on our Patreon. Following this episode, we want to talk about other novel ways to die. Choose your untimely demise at: patreon.com/thisishistory A Sony Music Entertainment production. Find more great podcasts from Sony Music Entertainment at sonymusic.com/podcasts To bring your brand to life in this podcast, email podcastadsales@sonymusic.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Presented by Dan Jones Producer - Alan Weedon Senior Producer - Dominic Tyerman Executive Producer - Simon Poole Production Manager - Jen Mistri Production coordinator - Eric  Ryan Sound Design and Mixing - Amber Devereux Head of content - Chris Skinner Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Five hurt in Iranian missile barrage on central Israel. Israel Air Force eliminates Iranian military chief in Iran strike. Funerals held for two IDF soldiers who fell in battle in Gaza StripSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A new MP3 sermon from Northside Baptist Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Funeral Message for Natalie DeMarcus Kittrell Subtitle: Funerals Speaker: Byron Chesney Broadcaster: Northside Baptist Church Event: Funeral Service Date: 6/13/2025 Bible: 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 Length: 18 min.

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He Took the Stone Away: Resurrection Life Is Yours in Christ In this powerful Spiritual Emphasis message, we are reminded that the same Jesus who rose from the grave is still rolling stones away today—stones of addiction, shame, spiritual death, and broken identity. But more than just moved aside, the stone was taken away. Gone. Removed forever.

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We have a loose raccoon in a bar with Cowboy Cody in the Ill-Advised News, and an idiot who thought Facebook marketplace would be a good place to illegally sell a gun. We talk Guy Code, the connection between MGK and Bob Dylan, and share how Anthony made a huge travel mistake. We talk Sticks and Balls, Cass’ dilemma as an extra for the Bills Hallmark movie, play the dad game for Father’s Day, and get creeped out by the latest funeral trend. Support the show and follow us here Twitter, Insta, Apple, Amazon, Spotify and the Edge! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Danna Schmidt is an end-of-life navigator, ceremonialist, and adoptee who often writes about ritual and threshold moments at the bedside or graveside. Her writings have appeared in Adoptee Voices, Severance Magazine, Grown and Flown and in Maggie Oman Shannon's Crafting Love: Sharing Our Hearts Through the Work of Our Hands. She has two works in progress: a hybrid guidebook, Funerals, Families & Other Exciting F Words, and her adoption memoir, What the Stork Brought, which chronicles family secrets and the prices we pay to keep them.https://waypointceremonies.com/Rituals of Healing from Birth to Worth - Waypoint Ceremonieshttps://AltaredMoments.substack.comMusic by Corey Quinn

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06.06.25 Pt 1 - Gareth Cliff, Ben Karpinski, and Simphiwe Mthethwa get into the strange (but very real) trend of funeral reviews—yes, people are rating send-offs now. The trio unpacks how South Africans are navigating grief in the age of social media. Ben returns from the UK with stories of posh living, bad weather, and surprising culture shocks. And finally—have we become too sensitive as a nation, or are we just confused about how to feel? The Real Network

Gary discusses a recent article responding to one of his articles about the Greek word mello. Luke, the author of Acts, uses this word often throughout his history of the Apostles and the Early Church. Most places it's used it means "about to be," but there's some dispute about what it means in several places, especially in Paul's trials near the end of the book.

 The Funeral CourtshipAbandoned Childhood wishes, finally fulfilled.Based on a post by secret sexy writer. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.I had known Alex Newberry my entire life. He was the boy down the street during my childhood, the boy behind me throughout school, and the boy who I always wished would see me as more than just "one of the boys." Especially since I was a girl.But I'd never pressed for anything more. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. His family was my second family. Even his nana considered me as her granddaughter.We'd stayed in touch even after I left town to pursue a new career. Throughout the year, we would exchange Emails and sometimes the occasional text. Only at my birthday and on Christmas did I receive snail mail from him. They were always hilarious and always perfect.The day I received the small envelope in early Fall threw me for a loop. It was written in Alex's neat print and had a pre-printed return label with his address, so I knew it was from him. I just didn't know why. I was even more stunned when I slid my finger under the flap and pulled out the single sheet of paper folded in half.I had been standing by the sofa in the living room when I opened the envelope. My eyes scanned the brief note inside, and my knees gave out. I collapsed to the sofa, tears rimming my eyes.Alex's grandmother, Nana Newberry, had passed away.Visions played in my head like an old home movie. Mostly, they were of the summers swimming in the pond behind her house and the day-trips she'd invite me to go on with Alex. Both of my own grandmothers had passed away when I was still too young to remember them much. My loss was almost as deep as Alex's was.Almost.Once I'd caught my breath, I reached for my cell phone and pulled up his number. I tried to swallow my tears as I heard the line ring. I wasn't surprised to receive his voicemail. He was probably busy making arrangements and handling family."Hey, Alex. It's Jaynie. I got your letter. I'm so sorry. I'm booking a flight out tonight, and I'll be there as soon as I can. If there's anything you need, let me know. See you soon."I was already halfway to my bedroom when I clicked off the phone and shoved it into my pocket. My brain was on autopilot as I dragged my suitcase from the closet and gathered the necessary toiletries from the bathroom cabinets and drawers. I was folding socks and panties when I realized I should call the airport.Less than an hour later, I was in the backseat of a cab and leaving a message on my boss's phone telling him I would be out of town for a couple of days due to a family emergency. I arranged for a rental car and for nightly accommodations nearest to my hometown. I knew there was no place in town to stay, the population being barely just under five hundred. If anything had changed over the years, that definitely wasn't one of them.It wasn't until I was seated on the plane, the city's lights fading into dots below me that I let myself think about Nana again. I missed her hugs the most. Her squishy arms always surrounded me with such love. I felt protected. Wanted. My parents were always busy working. Nana was so much more than just an adoptive grandparent.My mind wandered, and I remembered Alex's hugs. I smiled, laughing softly at the memory of him hugging me tight with a toothy grin while Nana took our picture. Then he pushed me into the pond; with my clothes on. We were only six. But I was old enough to know that I liked Alex more than I liked other boys.I was the only girl in the neighborhood, so I either had to adapt to being a tomboy or be left out. I chose the former, much to my mother's dismay. I allowed her to enroll me in dance classes when she insisted I act more like a girl, but I secretly enjoyed playing with the boys more. I didn't mind being the Indian the cowboys always captured and tied up. Or the robber they arrested with the plastic set of handcuffs. Or even Princess Leia, when they wanted to re-enact Star Wars, especially when Alex got to be Han Solo and rescue me.I must have drifted off because the next thing I heard was the announcement to fasten our seatbelts and put seats and tray-tables in the upright position for landing. The plane was only half-full, so I was soon strolling through the nearly empty terminal and heading downstairs to collect my baggage and rental car. I grabbed a cup of coffee from the only open vendor and asked the information desk for directions to the hotel where I'd made reservations. There was nothing more I could do for Alex tonight.But once I'd reached my destination, the last thing on my mind was sleep. My accommodations were comfortable, but not even a hot shower seemed to help. I crawled beneath the covers and turned on the TV, hoping I'd just fall asleep from boredom and get some rest before the hour drive to my hometown in the morning.A ringing phone and the incessant chatter of a woman and man pulled me out of the strangest dream. I'd been fully dressed and standing by Nana's pond, but I was thirty-four years old, not six. Alex walked towards me, his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, and he flashed his toothy grin at me. I reached for his hand, and I swear I stepped forward, but the next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into the pond. I struggled to swim, the weight of my clothes pulling me underwater. Someone grabbed my hand, and then I woke up.An automated wake-up call answered my sleepy greeting, and I clumsily set the receiver back on the handset and rolled over, groaning. That's when I realized the morning news was playing on the TV. My body felt like it had been through a 5K run; or maybe it had struggled to stay above water. In either case, I dragged myself to the bathroom for another shower.I decided on a simple navy pantsuit and crimson camisole blouse. It was cool but dark enough for the funeral, yet I didn't feel completely dreary in it. Plus it emphasized my curves and long legs. Today, I felt like I wanted to be a girl in front of Alex. Not that it would matter.After securing another cup of coffee, I took a deep breath and pointed the rental car towards my hometown. I remembered where the only funeral home was, and I had plenty of time before the services started. Yet, I was suddenly nervous. I hadn't actually seen Alex in several years, despite our constant contact. I hated the fact that it took something like this to bring us together again. I promised myself that I would visit more often.The parking lot was overflowing when I finally pulled up to the funeral home. I ended up parking half a block away on a side street and walking back to the large Victorian-style house that had been converted into the place where we said goodbye to our loved ones. Trees adorned with vibrantly colored leaves decorated the front yard. It looked like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting, set right in the heart of my hometown.I joined the throng of people who had come to pay their respects, and managed to find a seat in the back of the largest room that was always used for services. The belief in the community was that our two churches were for worship and weddings. Funerals were held at Thompkins & Sons, no matter if you were Catholic or Baptist.I didn't recognize a single person near me, but I was sure that Nana had known most of the town and then some, and I'd been a teenager when I'd left for college. I settled myself in and made sure I had my tissues accessible.The service itself was lovely, and there were lots of tears from everyone. Alex even got up and made a speech at one point. While I knew I was there because of Nana, I couldn't help staring at her grown grandson. His stature had reached at least six feet. He towered over me by at least five inches.I don't remember a word he said, but I could describe him with my eyes closed. His short brown hair, his tailored black suit and tie, the dimple in his right cheek when he smiled. He had green eyes, and I could imagine them sparkling while he talked about his grandmother, the corner of his eyes crinkling with his laughter.People were standing up around me and talking, and I blinked, realizing that the service was over. I wiped at my eyes and stood, not sure what to do now. I slipped out of the row and away from the crowd. It was then that I noticed no one was by the open casket. I quietly made my way to the front of the room and stopped before Nana's permanent expression of peace.Tears tugged at the back of my throat, and I had to stop myself from reaching out to grasp her folded hands. The purple dress she was wearing went well with her silvery hair, and she looked as if she were asleep. I silently thanked her for all the good times we'd had together, for accepting me as one of her grandchildren, for making me feel wanted.I don't know how long I stood there, but I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I needed to move on. I kissed my fingertips and gently pressed them to her rubbery cheek. When I turned to leave, blazing green eyes met mine, and I gasped."Jaynie, you came."And then Alex's arms pulled me against his hard body.I wrapped him in my arms and held him tight, resting my cheek on his shoulder. I couldn't believe how good he felt. Something deep inside of me stirred, and I had to force it back down. He was my best friend. It would never be anything more than that."Of course I came. I left you a message. I took the red-eye last night.""I'm sorry, I haven't checked my phone. I hoped you'd come, but I wasn't counting on it. "I pulled away to look at his face. Our eyes met again, and I groaned inwardly. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything. She was like my own grandmother. Thank you for letting me know.""What about work?""They'll survive without me for a couple of days." I laughed and before I could wipe away my tears, his thumb brushed my cheek. I sucked back my breath and hid my surprise with a smile. "What can I do to help now that I'm here?"Alex stared at me for a moment, a lopsided grin on his face. He blinked, and then his toothy grin came out full force, dimple included. "There's a dinner at Nana's house after we go to the cemetery. Do you have a car?""I have a rental. I'm staying in Rosewood at the Holiday Inn.""Let me tell Mom and Dad I'll meet them. Do you mind driving?""No, lead the way." I smiled and even felt a little giddy when he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd that was slowly filtering out the front doors. I barely had a chance to say hello to his parents before he was heading in the direction where I said I'd parked my car. And then we were pulling out to line up behind the black sedan his parents were riding in and the hearse idling before them.It suddenly occurred me to that everyone else was going to be following me. I must have looked nervous because Alex grasped my hand on the gearshift between us and squeezed it."I'm glad you're here."I swallowed heavily and turned to smile at him. He was watching me, something unreadable in those green eyes. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was thinking, but nothing came out. And then he let go of my hand and motioned that we should move.I was in a daze as I drove to the cemetery, sat through the rest of the ceremony, and climbed back into my car and drove us to Nana's house. It wasn't until we were sitting in her driveway that I felt the tears return. I hadn't been here in so many years I couldn't count them. I had been a horrible granddaughter, adopted or not."I know. I miss her, too." Alex squeezed my hand again and then got out.I swiped the back of my hand across my eyes and climbed out, automatically locking the car."No one's going to steal it," Alex laughed. It was a deep, comforting sound.I shrugged. "It's just a habit."He laughed again and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, guiding me up the drive. People were mingling on the wrap-around front porch, and the smell of fried chicken wafted out the screen on the front door.It felt and smelled like home.I had eaten my share of food and then some. At some point, Alex and I became separated amongst all the guests. I took the opportunity to sneak upstairs to use the larger bathroom. On my way back, I passed the room Nana used to sit in and work on projects. I remember her teaching me how to sew as I sat on a little cushioned stool.I smiled, knowing I could sew a button back onto a blouse or a pair of pants, but that was all now. The sound from downstairs grew fainter as I moved closer to the window on the far side of the room. The pond in the backyard glittered back under the noon sun. Weeping Willows outlined the oasis of my youth, and for a moment, I longed for those days.I longed to have Nana hug me one more time. The last time she had, I was leaving for college. She told me to be a good girl and make my parents proud. I couldn't remember the last time I'd hugged my parents. Or seen them face-to-face. We talked about once a month, but they were always traveling now that they were retired. I bit back a laugh at the irony.I wandered back downstairs, smiling and nodding at people who recognized me, although I couldn't say who they were. That was the problem with small towns, and with moving away. All of the elderly people remembered when you were born and whom your parents were, but you rarely remembered anything about them, much less their names.The crowd was smaller now, and I heard several women in the dining room and kitchen cleaning up the dishes. I hugged my arms to my chest and slowly walked down the long hallway to the back of the house. Framed photos hung on both sides of the wall, and I suddenly wished I'd had a grandmother growing up who'd had pictures of me on display. As much as Nana had tried to make me feel accepted in her home, I really wasn't a part of her family.I pushed pending tears away and stepped out the back door and down the steps to the yard. The sun was warm, and the pond beckoned me to it. I found myself standing on the small wooden dock Alex's dad had built. One of the boards was broken, and the weather had done a good job fading the stain, but otherwise it was still sturdy.A warm breeze blew up off the water, rustling through the switches on the Willow. I stretched out my arms to feel it, and took a big sigh. I hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time. While I didn't mind my job, I didn't love it. While I loved traveling, I didn't like having to do it for work.What I wouldn't give to be able to come home at the end of the day and sit out on a porch like the one at Nana's and watch the sun go down instead of watching it from the sixth-floor balcony of my high-rise in the city. To hear the sound of crickets in the evening instead of the rush of traffic.A board creaked behind me, and I spun around. Someone grabbed my hand as I stepped back, and I was suddenly back in my dream. I gasped and struggled to regain my balance. Instead of falling backwards into the water, I was jerked forward and into Alex's strong embrace."Whoa! You okay, Jaynie?"I caught my breath and swallowed, blinking away the remnants of my dream. "Yeah. Thanks. I must have slipped.""Everyone's gone home." He dropped his arms but didn't move away."I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I'll be on my way." I started to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist."Stay." He released my hand and cleared his throat. "Please stay."I lifted my eyes to his and held his gaze. I wanted to reach out to touch him, to caress his cheek, to run my fingers through his hair. But I refrained and kept my hands at my sides. "Okay."His smile lit up his whole face, but there was a shadow in his eyes. He stared at me a moment longer and then said, "Let's go back to my place so we can talk."I blinked, realizing what he'd said, and then I brushed away any ulterior motives. Of course, we'd go back to his place. We couldn't stay at Nana's. He'd be most comfortable in his home. And I wanted to see it. I really did.We said goodbye to his parents inside, and then I followed his car across town to his small house. I parked behind him in a gravel driveway overgrown with weeds and stared at the weather-beaten boards of the house, the crooked front steps, the boards over one of the windows."It's just a rental," Alex laughed. He climbed out and ran his hand back through his hair as he headed back to my car. "I've actually been living with Nana, taking care of her. When she had to go to the hospital, I got this place. We weren't sure what to do with her house.""I'm sorry, I didn't—""It's okay, Jaynie. This place was a steal. Besides, Nana left me her house in her will, so once we clean the place out, I'll be moving back there.""What? That's wonderful! Congrats, Alex. I know you love it there." I couldn't stop myself from hugging him. Or feeling the slightest bit jealous. When our eyes met again, I stepped back and shut the driver's side door. I cleared my throat and my thoughts. "So, let's see what we've got.""Be careful of the first step." He held out his hand and helped me up to the front porch. He wrestled with the lock on the door and then it swung open into a clean living room. The carpet was definitely dated, and the walls needed a good coat of paint, but his modern leather and oak furniture minimized the noticeable eyesores. "Want something to drink?""Sure, whatever you're having." I glanced around, setting my purse on an end table. Typical masculine knickknacks decorated the few shelves on the walls: various sports paraphernalia, photos of Alex and his buddies, a couple of dusty mugs from a tavern in Florida.My eyes stopped on a photo of two young kids. A boy and a girl. The glass was cleaner than the rest of the photos, and the metal frame was brushed nickel rather than the standard black plastic frames on the others."That's us at Nana's pond." Alex handed me a glass of cola and picked up the frame. He took a sip of his own soda and put the frame back after a moment, snorting softly. "I shoved you into the water after she snapped the picture."I gulped. I had forgotten that part. That when Nana had lifted her camera, she'd told Alex to put his arm around me and smile. He hadn't wanted to hug me. Maybe I'd pretended all along that he liked hanging out with me.But he'd kept the picture. He'd kept it clean and prominently displayed.I took a sip of my drink and moved to sit on the sofa. The leather squeaked as I sank into the corner with a soft sigh. It was comfortable. So much so that I toed off my heels and curled my legs up underneath me. The heat of the afternoon sun streaming in the bare window behind me warmed the material, and I laid my head back for a moment and breathed deep."It's quiet here." I kept my eyes closed and smiled sadly. "I miss this."The sofa squeaked again, and the weight on the cushion next to me shifted."Me, too."For the longest time, neither of us talked. The only sound was the clinking of ice in our glasses and the occasional car driving by outside. I didn't want to move. I wished I could just curl

 The Funeral CourtshipAbandoned Childhood wishes, finally fulfilled.Based on a post by secret sexy writer. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.I had known Alex Newberry my entire life. He was the boy down the street during my childhood, the boy behind me throughout school, and the boy who I always wished would see me as more than just "one of the boys." Especially since I was a girl.But I'd never pressed for anything more. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. His family was my second family. Even his nana considered me as her granddaughter.We'd stayed in touch even after I left town to pursue a new career. Throughout the year, we would exchange Emails and sometimes the occasional text. Only at my birthday and on Christmas did I receive snail mail from him. They were always hilarious and always perfect.The day I received the small envelope in early Fall threw me for a loop. It was written in Alex's neat print and had a pre-printed return label with his address, so I knew it was from him. I just didn't know why. I was even more stunned when I slid my finger under the flap and pulled out the single sheet of paper folded in half.I had been standing by the sofa in the living room when I opened the envelope. My eyes scanned the brief note inside, and my knees gave out. I collapsed to the sofa, tears rimming my eyes.Alex's grandmother, Nana Newberry, had passed away.Visions played in my head like an old home movie. Mostly, they were of the summers swimming in the pond behind her house and the day-trips she'd invite me to go on with Alex. Both of my own grandmothers had passed away when I was still too young to remember them much. My loss was almost as deep as Alex's was.Almost.Once I'd caught my breath, I reached for my cell phone and pulled up his number. I tried to swallow my tears as I heard the line ring. I wasn't surprised to receive his voicemail. He was probably busy making arrangements and handling family."Hey, Alex. It's Jaynie. I got your letter. I'm so sorry. I'm booking a flight out tonight, and I'll be there as soon as I can. If there's anything you need, let me know. See you soon."I was already halfway to my bedroom when I clicked off the phone and shoved it into my pocket. My brain was on autopilot as I dragged my suitcase from the closet and gathered the necessary toiletries from the bathroom cabinets and drawers. I was folding socks and panties when I realized I should call the airport.Less than an hour later, I was in the backseat of a cab and leaving a message on my boss's phone telling him I would be out of town for a couple of days due to a family emergency. I arranged for a rental car and for nightly accommodations nearest to my hometown. I knew there was no place in town to stay, the population being barely just under five hundred. If anything had changed over the years, that definitely wasn't one of them.It wasn't until I was seated on the plane, the city's lights fading into dots below me that I let myself think about Nana again. I missed her hugs the most. Her squishy arms always surrounded me with such love. I felt protected. Wanted. My parents were always busy working. Nana was so much more than just an adoptive grandparent.My mind wandered, and I remembered Alex's hugs. I smiled, laughing softly at the memory of him hugging me tight with a toothy grin while Nana took our picture. Then he pushed me into the pond; with my clothes on. We were only six. But I was old enough to know that I liked Alex more than I liked other boys.I was the only girl in the neighborhood, so I either had to adapt to being a tomboy or be left out. I chose the former, much to my mother's dismay. I allowed her to enroll me in dance classes when she insisted I act more like a girl, but I secretly enjoyed playing with the boys more. I didn't mind being the Indian the cowboys always captured and tied up. Or the robber they arrested with the plastic set of handcuffs. Or even Princess Leia, when they wanted to re-enact Star Wars, especially when Alex got to be Han Solo and rescue me.I must have drifted off because the next thing I heard was the announcement to fasten our seatbelts and put seats and tray-tables in the upright position for landing. The plane was only half-full, so I was soon strolling through the nearly empty terminal and heading downstairs to collect my baggage and rental car. I grabbed a cup of coffee from the only open vendor and asked the information desk for directions to the hotel where I'd made reservations. There was nothing more I could do for Alex tonight.But once I'd reached my destination, the last thing on my mind was sleep. My accommodations were comfortable, but not even a hot shower seemed to help. I crawled beneath the covers and turned on the TV, hoping I'd just fall asleep from boredom and get some rest before the hour drive to my hometown in the morning.A ringing phone and the incessant chatter of a woman and man pulled me out of the strangest dream. I'd been fully dressed and standing by Nana's pond, but I was thirty-four years old, not six. Alex walked towards me, his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, and he flashed his toothy grin at me. I reached for his hand, and I swear I stepped forward, but the next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into the pond. I struggled to swim, the weight of my clothes pulling me underwater. Someone grabbed my hand, and then I woke up.An automated wake-up call answered my sleepy greeting, and I clumsily set the receiver back on the handset and rolled over, groaning. That's when I realized the morning news was playing on the TV. My body felt like it had been through a 5K run; or maybe it had struggled to stay above water. In either case, I dragged myself to the bathroom for another shower.I decided on a simple navy pantsuit and crimson camisole blouse. It was cool but dark enough for the funeral, yet I didn't feel completely dreary in it. Plus it emphasized my curves and long legs. Today, I felt like I wanted to be a girl in front of Alex. Not that it would matter.After securing another cup of coffee, I took a deep breath and pointed the rental car towards my hometown. I remembered where the only funeral home was, and I had plenty of time before the services started. Yet, I was suddenly nervous. I hadn't actually seen Alex in several years, despite our constant contact. I hated the fact that it took something like this to bring us together again. I promised myself that I would visit more often.The parking lot was overflowing when I finally pulled up to the funeral home. I ended up parking half a block away on a side street and walking back to the large Victorian-style house that had been converted into the place where we said goodbye to our loved ones. Trees adorned with vibrantly colored leaves decorated the front yard. It looked like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting, set right in the heart of my hometown.I joined the throng of people who had come to pay their respects, and managed to find a seat in the back of the largest room that was always used for services. The belief in the community was that our two churches were for worship and weddings. Funerals were held at Thompkins & Sons, no matter if you were Catholic or Baptist.I didn't recognize a single person near me, but I was sure that Nana had known most of the town and then some, and I'd been a teenager when I'd left for college. I settled myself in and made sure I had my tissues accessible.The service itself was lovely, and there were lots of tears from everyone. Alex even got up and made a speech at one point. While I knew I was there because of Nana, I couldn't help staring at her grown grandson. His stature had reached at least six feet. He towered over me by at least five inches.I don't remember a word he said, but I could describe him with my eyes closed. His short brown hair, his tailored black suit and tie, the dimple in his right cheek when he smiled. He had green eyes, and I could imagine them sparkling while he talked about his grandmother, the corner of his eyes crinkling with his laughter.People were standing up around me and talking, and I blinked, realizing that the service was over. I wiped at my eyes and stood, not sure what to do now. I slipped out of the row and away from the crowd. It was then that I noticed no one was by the open casket. I quietly made my way to the front of the room and stopped before Nana's permanent expression of peace.Tears tugged at the back of my throat, and I had to stop myself from reaching out to grasp her folded hands. The purple dress she was wearing went well with her silvery hair, and she looked as if she were asleep. I silently thanked her for all the good times we'd had together, for accepting me as one of her grandchildren, for making me feel wanted.I don't know how long I stood there, but I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I needed to move on. I kissed my fingertips and gently pressed them to her rubbery cheek. When I turned to leave, blazing green eyes met mine, and I gasped."Jaynie, you came."And then Alex's arms pulled me against his hard body.I wrapped him in my arms and held him tight, resting my cheek on his shoulder. I couldn't believe how good he felt. Something deep inside of me stirred, and I had to force it back down. He was my best friend. It would never be anything more than that."Of course I came. I left you a message. I took the red-eye last night.""I'm sorry, I haven't checked my phone. I hoped you'd come, but I wasn't counting on it. "I pulled away to look at his face. Our eyes met again, and I groaned inwardly. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything. She was like my own grandmother. Thank you for letting me know.""What about work?""They'll survive without me for a couple of days." I laughed and before I could wipe away my tears, his thumb brushed my cheek. I sucked back my breath and hid my surprise with a smile. "What can I do to help now that I'm here?"Alex stared at me for a moment, a lopsided grin on his face. He blinked, and then his toothy grin came out full force, dimple included. "There's a dinner at Nana's house after we go to the cemetery. Do you have a car?""I have a rental. I'm staying in Rosewood at the Holiday Inn.""Let me tell Mom and Dad I'll meet them. Do you mind driving?""No, lead the way." I smiled and even felt a little giddy when he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd that was slowly filtering out the front doors. I barely had a chance to say hello to his parents before he was heading in the direction where I said I'd parked my car. And then we were pulling out to line up behind the black sedan his parents were riding in and the hearse idling before them.It suddenly occurred me to that everyone else was going to be following me. I must have looked nervous because Alex grasped my hand on the gearshift between us and squeezed it."I'm glad you're here."I swallowed heavily and turned to smile at him. He was watching me, something unreadable in those green eyes. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was thinking, but nothing came out. And then he let go of my hand and motioned that we should move.I was in a daze as I drove to the cemetery, sat through the rest of the ceremony, and climbed back into my car and drove us to Nana's house. It wasn't until we were sitting in her driveway that I felt the tears return. I hadn't been here in so many years I couldn't count them. I had been a horrible granddaughter, adopted or not."I know. I miss her, too." Alex squeezed my hand again and then got out.I swiped the back of my hand across my eyes and climbed out, automatically locking the car."No one's going to steal it," Alex laughed. It was a deep, comforting sound.I shrugged. "It's just a habit."He laughed again and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, guiding me up the drive. People were mingling on the wrap-around front porch, and the smell of fried chicken wafted out the screen on the front door.It felt and smelled like home.I had eaten my share of food and then some. At some point, Alex and I became separated amongst all the guests. I took the opportunity to sneak upstairs to use the larger bathroom. On my way back, I passed the room Nana used to sit in and work on projects. I remember her teaching me how to sew as I sat on a little cushioned stool.I smiled, knowing I could sew a button back onto a blouse or a pair of pants, but that was all now. The sound from downstairs grew fainter as I moved closer to the window on the far side of the room. The pond in the backyard glittered back under the noon sun. Weeping Willows outlined the oasis of my youth, and for a moment, I longed for those days.I longed to have Nana hug me one more time. The last time she had, I was leaving for college. She told me to be a good girl and make my parents proud. I couldn't remember the last time I'd hugged my parents. Or seen them face-to-face. We talked about once a month, but they were always traveling now that they were retired. I bit back a laugh at the irony.I wandered back downstairs, smiling and nodding at people who recognized me, although I couldn't say who they were. That was the problem with small towns, and with moving away. All of the elderly people remembered when you were born and whom your parents were, but you rarely remembered anything about them, much less their names.The crowd was smaller now, and I heard several women in the dining room and kitchen cleaning up the dishes. I hugged my arms to my chest and slowly walked down the long hallway to the back of the house. Framed photos hung on both sides of the wall, and I suddenly wished I'd had a grandmother growing up who'd had pictures of me on display. As much as Nana had tried to make me feel accepted in her home, I really wasn't a part of her family.I pushed pending tears away and stepped out the back door and down the steps to the yard. The sun was warm, and the pond beckoned me to it. I found myself standing on the small wooden dock Alex's dad had built. One of the boards was broken, and the weather had done a good job fading the stain, but otherwise it was still sturdy.A warm breeze blew up off the water, rustling through the switches on the Willow. I stretched out my arms to feel it, and took a big sigh. I hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time. While I didn't mind my job, I didn't love it. While I loved traveling, I didn't like having to do it for work.What I wouldn't give to be able to come home at the end of the day and sit out on a porch like the one at Nana's and watch the sun go down instead of watching it from the sixth-floor balcony of my high-rise in the city. To hear the sound of crickets in the evening instead of the rush of traffic.A board creaked behind me, and I spun around. Someone grabbed my hand as I stepped back, and I was suddenly back in my dream. I gasped and struggled to regain my balance. Instead of falling backwards into the water, I was jerked forward and into Alex's strong embrace."Whoa! You okay, Jaynie?"I caught my breath and swallowed, blinking away the remnants of my dream. "Yeah. Thanks. I must have slipped.""Everyone's gone home." He dropped his arms but didn't move away."I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I'll be on my way." I started to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist."Stay." He released my hand and cleared his throat. "Please stay."I lifted my eyes to his and held his gaze. I wanted to reach out to touch him, to caress his cheek, to run my fingers through his hair. But I refrained and kept my hands at my sides. "Okay."His smile lit up his whole face, but there was a shadow in his eyes. He stared at me a moment longer and then said, "Let's go back to my place so we can talk."I blinked, realizing what he'd said, and then I brushed away any ulterior motives. Of course, we'd go back to his place. We couldn't stay at Nana's. He'd be most comfortable in his home. And I wanted to see it. I really did.We said goodbye to his parents inside, and then I followed his car across town to his small house. I parked behind him in a gravel driveway overgrown with weeds and stared at the weather-beaten boards of the house, the crooked front steps, the boards over one of the windows."It's just a rental," Alex laughed. He climbed out and ran his hand back through his hair as he headed back to my car. "I've actually been living with Nana, taking care of her. When she had to go to the hospital, I got this place. We weren't sure what to do with her house.""I'm sorry, I didn't—""It's okay, Jaynie. This place was a steal. Besides, Nana left me her house in her will, so once we clean the place out, I'll be moving back there.""What? That's wonderful! Congrats, Alex. I know you love it there." I couldn't stop myself from hugging him. Or feeling the slightest bit jealous. When our eyes met again, I stepped back and shut the driver's side door. I cleared my throat and my thoughts. "So, let's see what we've got.""Be careful of the first step." He held out his hand and helped me up to the front porch. He wrestled with the lock on the door and then it swung open into a clean living room. The carpet was definitely dated, and the walls needed a good coat of paint, but his modern leather and oak furniture minimized the noticeable eyesores. "Want something to drink?""Sure, whatever you're having." I glanced around, setting my purse on an end table. Typical masculine knickknacks decorated the few shelves on the walls: various sports paraphernalia, photos of Alex and his buddies, a couple of dusty mugs from a tavern in Florida.My eyes stopped on a photo of two young kids. A boy and a girl. The glass was cleaner than the rest of the photos, and the metal frame was brushed nickel rather than the standard black plastic frames on the others."That's us at Nana's pond." Alex handed me a glass of cola and picked up the frame. He took a sip of his own soda and put the frame back after a moment, snorting softly. "I shoved you into the water after she snapped the picture."I gulped. I had forgotten that part. That when Nana had lifted her camera, she'd told Alex to put his arm around me and smile. He hadn't wanted to hug me. Maybe I'd pretended all along that he liked hanging out with me.But he'd kept the picture. He'd kept it clean and prominently displayed.I took a sip of my drink and moved to sit on the sofa. The leather squeaked as I sank into the corner with a soft sigh. It was comfortable. So much so that I toed off my heels and curled my legs up underneath me. The heat of the afternoon sun streaming in the bare window behind me warmed the material, and I laid my head back for a moment and breathed deep."It's quiet here." I kept my eyes closed and smiled sadly. "I miss this."The sofa squeaked again, and the weight on the cushion next to me shifted."Me, too."For the longest time, neither of us talked. The only sound was the clinking of ice in our glasses and the occasional car driving by outside. I didn't want to move. I wished I could just curl

In this evocative episode of THE CIRCLE IS podCAST, Rachel True and Mat Auryn welcome Penelope Trappes—Australian-born, Brighton-based vocalist, producer, multi-instrumentalist, and sonic conjurer. Known for her immersive soundscapes and cello-driven atmospheres, Trappes joins to discuss A Requiem, her fifth solo album on One Little Independent. What unfolds is a rich, layered conversation on grief, creativity, ancestral memory, and the meditative rituals that shape her haunting compositions. Together, they trace Trappes' journey from the ethereal minimalism of her Penelope I/II/III trilogy through her visceral engagement with mortality, liminality, and sound as spellwork. Trappes opens up about working with fear, writing toward death as a form of psychic freedom, and transforming personal loss into collective healing. The episode drifts through themes of animism, vibrational resonance, magical practice, and the creative discipline of channeling emotional density into structured art. The trio explores the collapsing structures of patriarchy and capitalism, the reemergence of witchcraft as resistance, and the sacred role of the artist in times of unraveling. Whether you're a musician, a psychic, a witch, a listener of deep frequencies, or a practitioner of quiet rebellion, this episode is a spell in itself, one that honors the living funeral, the voice as invocation, and the ever-turning spiral of creation and letting go.Penelope's Links:Penelope Trappes Bandcamp: https://penelopetrappes.bandcamp.com/Penelope Trappes on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6shE4Y1z4lzRqoDp65XfzTPenelope's Instagram: https://instagram.com/penelopetrappesPenelope's Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/penelopetrappes.bsky.socialPenelope's Substack: https://penelopetrappes.substack.com/Penelope's X: https://x.com/PenelopeTrappesOur Links:Rachel True Website: https://truehearttarot.comMat Auryn Website: https://auryn.netModern Witch Podcast Network: https://modernwitch.comMat's Omega Retreats: https://www.auryn.net/omegaTrue Heart Intuitive Tarot, Guidebook And Deck: https://a.co/d/9ZNyRu1The Psychic Art of Tarot: Opening Your Inner Eye for More Insightful Readings: https://a.co/d/dUBT1bZPsychic Witch: A Metaphysical Guide to Meditation, Magick & Manifestation: https://a.co/d/bHelDwUMastering Magick: A Course in Spellcasting for the Psychic Witch: https://amzn.to/3VesGalPisces Witch: Unlock the Magic of Your Sun Sign: https://a.co/d/cGqcG61

Callers are shocked by behaviour of tourists at monument and attractions. Anne Lynch is back with the kayakers who rescued her dog in Howth. Oliver Dylan has a universal toilet key but unfortunately it's not working at Westland Row station. Christine Dunne explains how the community rallied around after her father's death.

Death isn’t an easy thing to talk about, but Genevieve Keeney-Vazquez has made it her life work. Funeral Director and CEO of the National Museum of Funeral History, she shares what happens when someone dies and how important the right type of service can be to loved ones. During her service to our country, she’s handled fallen soldiers, caring for them in ways that will touch your heart.During this episode, you’ll learn about her early obsession with death and how it shaped her life, and how her sister’s breast cancer journey inspired her to take initiative in being her own advocate. Subscribe to Let’s Talk About Your Breasts on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, iHeart, and wherever you get your podcasts. Subscribe to The Final Curtain Never Closes on Apple, Spotify, or wherever you get your podcasts. Learn more about The National Museum of Funeral History HERE. Key Questions Answered 1. How did breast cancer first impact Genevieve Keeney-Vazquez’s family? 2. Can young women get breast cancer, and how often are their concerns dismissed? 3. How did Genevieve’s sister respond after finally being diagnosed with breast cancer? 4. Was there a genetic or hormonal factor linked to the cancers in Genevieve’s family? 5. What other cancer experiences did Genevieve’s family face? 6. How did Genevieve advocate for her own breast health given her family history? 7. What was Genevieve’s experience as a female veteran seeking breast screening? 8. How did Genevieve’s professional work with death and end-of-life care connect to her family’s experiences 9. Are families ever truly prepared for death, even those with professional experience? 10. What is the significance of funerals and memorials for those left behind? Timestamped Overview 00:00 Too Young for Breast Cancer? 05:01 Battling Breast and Thyroid Cancer 08:45 Proactive Health Measures for Veterans 12:01 Evolving Women's Clinic at VA 14:44 Curiosity About Death's Visibility 17:02 Misconceptions of Funeral Directors 20:40 Emotional Reunion Moment 25:06 Foresight and Hope Amidst Loss 26:20 Reflections on Death and Fear 29:53 Purpose and Importance of Funerals 34:12 Exhibit Reconnects Siblings Through ArtSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

What happens when society loses touch with the sacred process of dying? Discover the transformative insights as we explore the “rebirth of death” and its significance. With Suzanne O'Brien, a dedicated registered nurse with more than two decades in hospice and oncology care, uncover the forgotten truths of end-of-life processes, the gaps in hospice care, and the profound impact of embracing death with understanding and appreciation. Get ready to challenge modern perceptions and embrace a holistic approach to end-of-life care. Suzanne O'Brien's mission is to empower family caregivers through practical education, and in this episode, she shares how her three-phase training program has reached over 369,000 people. Learn about the emotional and financial benefits of home wakes and funerals, and the inspiring potential of transforming traditional farewells into celebrations of life. Suzanne advocates for a positive end of life as a human right and invites listeners to engage in healing conversations about end-of-life care that can ease the burdens of grief. Join us as we spotlight the revival of home funerals and the unique concept of living wakes, offering a heartfelt alternative to conventional rituals. Discover the empowerment found in writing a first-person eulogy and legacy messages that echo love and gratitude, ensuring our memory continues to resonate with loved ones. Celebrate life's journey and the legacy we leave behind in this enlightening episode.   We dive into: (00:00) The Rebirth of Death Seminar (11:41) Empowering Family Caregivers in End-of-Life (16:55) The Revival of Home Funerals (28:53) Celebrating Life With Living Wakes (35:19) Personal Touch in First Person Eulogies (51:07) Expressing Love and Legacy Messages   If you found this podcast helpful, please Rate, Review, & Follow so we can reach more people.   Links mentioned in this episode: Doulagivers Institute FREE Doulagivers Institute On-Demand Level 1 End of Life Doula and Family Caregiver Training Webinar Buy The Good Death Book The GOOD DEATH GOOD LIFE Live Monthly BOOK CLUB and Q&A   80-90% of a positive end of life depends on these two things: Knowing the basic skills on how to care for someone at the end of life and planning ahead - and Doulagivers Institute is giving you for both for FREE! Access them Below! Making your wishes known is one of the greatest gifts you can give to your loved ones. Download The Doulagivers 9 Choice Advance Directive now!  FREE Doulagivers Institute On-Demand Level 1 End of Life Doula and Family Caregiver Training Webinar More about what we do at Doulagivers Institute - Click here!

Funerals are understandably morose affairs. But what would you do if the woman whose funeral you were attending suddenly showed up to her own ceremony? I'd run for the hills! But this isn't hypothetical, back in 2015 it really happened. And it's far from the only time something terrifying and seemingly impossible like this has happened, either. So, rev up your hearses as we go through some unbelievable times people appeared at their own funeral. Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

“[Death] can happen to anybody anytime. So just have something in place for the loved ones, just to make it smoother and easier for them.” —Lindsey NickelDeath comes for us all, but how we remember those we've lost can be beautiful and healing. Yet our culture often treats death as a taboo subject, leaving families feeling lost and unprepared. But what if we could transform grief into a celebration that truly honors a life lived?Lindsey Nickel started as a wedding planner in Napa and discovered a calling in helping families create meaningful goodbye celebrations. With over a decade of event planning experience, she's now helping people reimagine how we say farewell to our loved ones.Listen as Heather and Lindsey break down the raw, real, and surprisingly hopeful world of celebrating life after loss, covering everything from planning a killer memorial to dealing with grief, understanding end-of-life wishes, and turning a tough moment into a powerful tribute that feels like a big, loving group hug. Connect with Heather: WebsiteFacebook InstagramLinkedInEpisode Highlights:01:34 Meet Lindsey: Going on a Sabbatical07:00 Transitioning to Celebrations of Life 11:44 Navigating Grief and Client Relationships 15:08 Funerals vs Celebrations of Life18:22 Perspectives on Death, Legacy, and Preparing for End of Life21:08 Unique Ways of Honoring Loved Ones 24:57 Advice for Families Dealing with Impending Loss28:47 Resources for End-of-Life Planning 31:52 Death Doulas and Support Services Connect with  Lindsey: Lindsey Nickel is a seasoned wedding planner based in Napa, California, specializing in creating stylish, low-stress events that leave a lasting impression. With a background in event planning and outdoor adventure, Lindsey founded Lovely Day Events in 2010, bringing her organizational expertise and passion to create unforgettable celebrations. Known for her warm and meticulous approach, she invests deeply in her clients' special moments, ensuring every detail is thoughtfully executed. When she's not crafting extraordinary events, Lindsey enjoys traveling, hiking, dining outdoors, and fostering rescue dogs—including her beloved dog, Basil.WebsiteLinkedInInstagramFacebookPinterestSupport the show

This is the episode where the loftmates try to make Winston fail his background check! Talk about sabatogue.This is an all-timer for Hannah and Lamorne is contemplating a side business as a preacher for bird funerals. Let us know if you're interested at themessaroundpod@gmail.com.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Pakistan Experience is an independently produced podcast looking to tell stories about Pakistan through conversations. Please consider supporting us on Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/thepakistanexperienceTo support the channel:Jazzcash/Easypaisa - 0325 -2982912Patreon.com/thepakistanexperienceAnd Please stay in touch:https://twitter.com/ThePakistanExp1https://www.facebook.com/thepakistanexperiencehttps://instagram.com/thepakistanexpeperienceThe podcast is hosted by comedian and writer, Shehzad Ghias Shaikh. Shehzad is a Fulbright scholar with a Masters in Theatre from Brooklyn College. He is also one of the foremost Stand-up comedians in Pakistan and frequently writes for numerous publications. Instagram.com/shehzadghiasshaikhFacebook.com/Shehzadghias/Twitter.com/shehzad89Join this channel to get access to perks:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC44l9XMwecN5nSgIF2Dvivg/joinChapters:0:00 Dhruv Rathee is over-rated af1:30 Dhruv Rathee is only covering India's perspective4:50 Narendra Modi; Butcher of Gujrat and Hindutva Terrorism14:15 Ask questions from India and not repeat Godi Media16:07 Should Canada also bomb India now?18:28 Dhruv only presented Godi Media as evidence22:04 Civilians died on both sides25:18 Dhruv Rathee did not show journalistic integrity31:50 India supporting the Taliban34:26 India wants nothing to do with Pakistan and Bangladesh?36:06 India is involved in Balochistan 38:28 America supported the Mujahideen39:37 State sponsored terrorism41:40 OBL43:09 Kyon India attack karta?46:00 FATF, Funerals and Terrorism 57:00 Hinduism and Terrorism

Sunday morning sermons from Vertical Church St. Paul.

One of my jobs as a pastor is funerals. Funerals are hard. Families hurting, grieving, trying to make sense of the pain. Sometimes they are struggling with regret or shame, like they could have done more, or loved the one they lost more. That’s why in almost every funeral I do, like for James yesterday, I turn to today’s passage in Romans. You’ll see why. In those moments, people don’t need pious clichés, polished religion, “thoughts & prayers. They need something real. They need rock-solid truth. They need to know for certain that God hasn’t let go. That He’s still holding on. But here’s the thing: this passage wasn’t actually written for funerals. It was written for life. Why do we wait until a funeral, a crisis, or when it feels like it’s too late, to turn to promises meant for everyday life? Paul wrote these words so all of us would know, in good times or bad, God’s sovereign grace has no limit and no rival. So all God’s elect can know that grace has no limit to its power over any kind of darkness this life can threaten us with. So, when our life feels blessed, or feels like a grind, or a mess, or even catastrophic, this truth is our anchor. Don’t just quote it at a funeral. Live it in the fight. This isn’t just a promise for the end. It’s power for right now.

“Can I see your ID before we serve you these fries?” In this episode of Funny Business, Matt and Mike dive into the wild world of fast food security after a Brooklyn McDonald's starts checking IDs like it's a club. From teens terrorizing the Golden Arches to outrageous ideas for where else you might get carded (cemeteries?!), it's chaos served with a side of nuggets. They also tackle: Why Scrabble betrayed aardvarks, The MLB's awkward posthumous Hall of Fame invites, TikTok ruining movie trailers one theory at a time, Closet cleanouts and the food that represents their very souls. Plus: What would a 21+ Disney World look like? And why the Pope might be the most Chicago guy ever.00:00 Intro03:54 Not lovin' it: Crime-ridden NYC McDonald's has started carding people at the door15:56 Buy or Sell29:35 Outro and AdviceMERCH: https://funnybusinesspod-shop.fourthwall.com/FOLLOW USBeacons: https://beacons.ai/funnybusinesspodFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/funnybusinesspodInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/funnybusinesspod/Twitter: https://twitter.com/funnybusinesspodTwitch: https://www.twitch.tv/funnybusinesspodYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwA7LU4-jps613RuewhWWDg/featuredNote: The opinions expressed in this show are the hosts' views and not necessarily those of any business or organization. The podcast hosts are solely responsible for the content of this show.FUNNY BUSINESSA podcast where Mike and Matt share internet stories or news that should be important to you. You'll hear about strange news and personal experiences, and every once in a while, Mike will quiz Matt on some of the oddest things he can find. We'll also dive into some of our original segments, like describing some of our strangest stories, debating if soccer is more boring than golf, and even talking about our feelings, as every man should. Funny Business is a podcast run by Mike and Matt, two friends who met at college and decided to start this project during the pandemic of 2020.

Throuples, Funerals, and Hugs from Your Mouth: The Most Insane Advice Episode Yet This week on The Advice Guys, it's pure emotional chaos: — One listener is in a casual three-way... until the husband starts cheating on both of them. — Another thinks she might be a glorified booty call with Wi-Fi. — One guy can't focus during oral because he's too busy overthinking the blowjob. — A funeral turns into a flirt-fest, but is it ever okay to ask your grieving friend for a hottie's number? — And on Mother's Day… a husband gives his wife the gift of anxiety and poop bags. Sex. Secrets. Sadness. And a dog no one asked for. Let's dive into the wildest inbox we've ever opened. Advice Guys! Brought to you by Newberg Pod. Listen wherever you stream, please like and subscribe and follow us on youtube @newbergpod  https://youtu.be/cAD3RNS64Ew  Send questions to: Adviceguys11@gmail.com  

The VHS Spectacle Episode: An Apartment in New York City, Realizing the Value, The Spectacle, Television Specials, Long-Form Recording, Inauguration, Popes, Funerals, The Rareness of Long-Form TV, The Hidden Cultural Curator. A long overdue thank-you to the family that invited me in to take a bunch of boxes of VHS tapes, and the discoveries within. Under the new office, with 2-3 tapes being digitized at once, the results will be done in a flash but the benefits will last for a long time.

"I'm warning you, Love. Say one more thing in that bastard's favor, and he is gone."---Nathaniel Bellmont is powerful, dangerous, and feared by nearly everyone… except you. No one knows exactly what he is — only that he's loyal, lethal, and terrifyingly good at keeping people away from what's his. And right now, that's you. So when someone flirts with you? Let's just say… it doesn't end well.---IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HEAR THE FULL SPICY VERSION OF THIS AUDIO, YOU CAN LISTEN HERE Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Should I go to a funeral for an unbeliever? What should I think about celebration of life services compared to traditional funerals? Is this like going to a same-sex wedding? Am I supporting something that I shouldn't be supporting, or is this an opportunity for me to display my faith? How should we think of funerals for nonbelievers? That's the topic of this episode of Salty Believer Unscripted. Copyright 2025. For more information, please visit SaltyBeliever.com.

Hi Everyone! Let's talk about the unspoken rules of saying goodbye-with a little humor and a lot of heart! In today's episode we welcome the lively and insightful Barbara Bowman, author of "What NOT To Do at Funerals". While funerals are often heavy and emotional Barbara brings a refreshing lightness to this important conversation!To reach Barbara: bowheartpro@gmail.comTo say hello, suggest a show, request to be a guest or inquire about coaching with your host: www.lifecoachmaureen.comDon't forget to check out the dog boutique: www.mydogiseverything.net #griefsupport #funeraletiquette #lifelessons #respectand honor #ineverknewbutmydogdidpodcast #inspiringpodcasts #humorarounddeath #personalgrowth #dogwisdom #lifecoachmaureen #barbarabowman #whatnottodoatafuneralBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/i-never-knew-ink-but-my-dog-did-by-lifecoach-maureen--5602763/support.

This podcast is a recording of Ben Emberley's STS article, "Weeping With Those Who Weep: The Opportunity of Funerals"To register for a 2025 summit in your state, please visit ⁠⁠www.Smalltownsummits.com/summits⁠⁠To read more STS Articles, please visit: ⁠⁠www.Smalltownsummits.com/articles⁠⁠

What ignites the creation of a memorial service product that embodies personal stories and environmental consciousness? Life Art's innovative cremation containers, introduced by Nikki Nordine and Brent Thorson of TerryBear, bring a new dimension to honoring loved ones with personalized, eco-friendly designs. Inspired by global trends and consumer demands for sustainability and personalization, these containers offer families a dignified send-off that transcends the conventional cardboard box. This unique product allows for an aesthetic that beautifully encapsulates a life well-lived. Key Takeaways 1. The company TerryBear was founded by a man named Terry, who initially started by selling plush teddy bears. Over time, the business pivoted to importing brass ware, which led to the development of pet urns after discovering a specific use case by a client. TerryBear is now a major urn and memorial item distributor. 2. The industry has evolved from offering limited options like bronze and hardwood urns to a broad range of materials, including brass and eco-friendly options. This evolution reflects a shift towards meeting consumer demand for personalization and eco-conscious products. 3. LifeArt is a cremation container product that combines eco-friendliness with personalization, using designs that reflect individuals' lives. LifeArt aims to offer a more celebratory and fitting send-off than traditional cardboard cremation boxes. 4. Consumer preferences and internet searches have greatly influenced the trends in the funeral industry, with increasing demand for personalized and environmentally friendly options. Companies like TerryBear are responding by developing products that meet these contemporary needs. 5. The future of the funeral industry is leaning towards complete personalization, allowing families to create cremation containers that fully capture the life story of their loved ones. This concept emphasizes the importance of choice and individual expression within funeral practices. Timestamped Overview 00:00 TerryBear's Brass Trade Ventures 06:04 Unexpected Career in Cremation Industry 07:27 Eco-Friendly Funeral Trends Rising 09:52 Internet Transforms Funeral Planning 15:10 Cremation Choices: Ash Variance Explained 18:39 Personalizing Funeral Options 22:28 Ensuring Informed Family Choices 25:16 Regret and Passion for Knowledge 26:36 Thumbprint Jewelry in Funerals 30:46 "Personalized Cremation Containers" 33:16 Digital Memorial Customization 38:42 "Understanding Cemetery Rules for Life Art" Subscribe to The Final Curtain Never Closes on Apple, Spotify, or wherever you get your podcasts. Plan your visit to the museum today!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Paul Byrne learns the tricks of the trade from Bill Edgar who gets paid to crash funerals with secrets from beyond the grave Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We're celebrating Cinco De Mayo with Slater's deals and Obie experienced something that will forever change the way he thinks how funerals should be held from now on! Plus, a Panic Button with a Mom freaking out about her 10 year old's rejection

All share a common destiny-the righteous and the wicked, the good and the bad, the clean and the unclean, those who offer sacrifices and those who do not. As it is with the good man, so with the sinner; as it is with those who take oaths, so with those who are afraid to take them.

Grief is not simply the absence of someone we love—it can also be the absence of what we deserved but never received. In this profound conversation with counselor and trauma specialist Fonda Miller, we explore the often-overlooked dimensions of loss and healing that shape our emotional lives.Fonda shares a perspective on grief that transforms how we understand our deepest sorrows. Using the striking image of a balanced teeter-totter, she explains how the weight of our grief directly corresponds to the depth of our love—making grief itself a testament to how deeply we connected with what we've lost. "It's a gift," she says, "because what it says is I loved deeply and I was loved deeply."But what about the grief that comes from never having what we deserved? Fonda guides us through understanding childhood trauma as a form of hidden grief that follows people into adulthood, often without recognition. Through powerful metaphors like pressure cookers and release valves, she offers insights into how we can support those carrying these invisible burdens.As a certified Mental Health First Aid trainer who's worked with trauma victims across various contexts, Fonda brings extraordinary wisdom to everyday situations we all encounter. She explains how to notice when someone might be struggling with unprocessed trauma and provides practical guidance for creating safe spaces where healing can begin. The conversation touches on everything from talking to children about death to supporting survivors of trafficking and abuse.Whether you're processing your own grief or supporting someone through theirs, this episode offers compassionate perspectives that honor the complexity of human suffering while providing pathways toward healing. Because as Fonda reminds us, "Everyone is facing something"—and understanding this truth is the first step toward greater kindness in our world.Join us in exploring how grief, in all its forms, connects to our deepest capacity for love and resilience.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/bereaved-but-still-me--2108929/support.

This Tuesday morning starts with a conversation about the aftermath of the NFL Draft in Green Bay, which may have been a missed opportunity to showcase the city's other assets. Jim and John also share anecdotes about unpredictable mornings, from phone mishaps to wiper blade woes. (Maino's alarm didn't go off, and he joined the show thirty seconds late. Maino and the Mayor is a part of the Civic Media radio network and airs Monday through Friday from 6-9 am on WGBW in Green Bay and on WISS in Appleton/Oshkosh. Subscribe to the podcast to be sure not to miss out on a single episode! To learn more about the show and all of the programming across the Civic Media network, head over to https://civicmedia.us/shows to see the entire broadcast lineup. Follow the show on Facebook and X to keep up with Maino and the Mayor!

Garza sits down in-person with Jamey Jasta. Vocalist for hardcore band HATEBREED & host of the JASTA SHOW podcast. https://linktr.ee/hatebreedSEE YOU AT MILWAUKEE METAL FEST! https://therave.com/metalfestSPONSORS: https://garzapodcastcoffee.com CHAPTERS:00:00 - Vocal Hacks04:06 - Manifesting Tour w/ Korn09:36 - Pre 911 Travel15:41 - “If People Talk Bad About You, That Makes You More Successful”16:54 - Victimhood19:42 - The Animal Whisperer26:18 - New Haven & Public School36:50 - Nirvana at The Moon41:10 - Bust Before Breakdowns45:01 - Sepultura & Bad Brains49:18 - Thick Skin52:15 - Filing For Bankruptcy55:56 - Signing To Universal59:53 - Ozzfest & Paving Road1:02:26 - Entombed & Kreator1:08:28 - Machine Head's Come Back1:13:06 - Stephen Carpenter of Deftones1:17:48 - Chasing Puzzle Piece to a Song1:20:37 - Bad Records & Taking Risks1:38:33 - Vince McMahon1:40:38 - Triple H1:45:37 - Wrestlemania1:49:17 - Headbanger's Ball1:52:02 - Dio1:57:05 - Dave Grohl Chapter2:01:15 - Headbangers Ball Politics2:04:14 - Playing w/ Vanilla Ice2:11:28 - MTV Buzzworthy2:13:59 - Milwaukee Metal Fest2:21:43 - Death Metal vs Deathcore2:26:18 - Summer Slaughter2:33:40 - Reason Jasta Started His Podcast2:36:14 - Corpsegrinder2:41:55 - Funerals & Open Caskets2:43:37 - Carnivore: S.M.D.2:49:45 - Black Market & Dark Web

Funerals held for Israeli security forces who fell in Gaza. Israel air defenses intercept outside of country missile launched by Houthis from Yemen. No breakthrough in contacts on hostage release and ceasefire dealSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

04/23 Hour 2: Adam Peters Breaks Down Washington's Draft Strategy - 1:00 Caps Hit The Jackpot When They Signed This Player - 18:00 Open Casket Funerals Creep The Junkies Out - 30:00

Bry and Fry discuss the historic origins and protocols for papal funerals, and explore how Pope Francis's funeral will break with tradition.  (Pope Francis's funeral has been set for Saturday, April 26th at 10am in St Peter's Square.)

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How did Charles Spurgeon's theology of prayer shape one preacher's lifelong commitment to expositional ministry, personal integrity, and staying rooted in a single congregation? In this conversation, Mike Neglia sits down with Dr. Keeney Dickenson, a seasoned pastor and mentor, to explore the spiritual and pastoral depth that comes from decades of prayer-soaked preaching and long-term faithfulness in one place.From his first sermon at age 17 to a lifetime of week-in, week-out preaching through entire books of the Bible, Keeney shares the lessons, struggles, and joys of walking closely with the Lord and his congregation. Drawing deeply from Spurgeon's example, he explains how prayer isn't just part of sermon prep—it is the sermon prep. He walks us through his rhythm of turning Scripture into prayer, resisting the temptation to preach second-hand insights, and staying attentive to the Spirit and the lives of his people.Whether you're preparing your first sermon or your 500th, this conversation is a warm and wise reminder that faithful preaching flows from a faithful life.Highlights & Topics:Preaching your first sermon at 17… and still learningHow long-term ministry deepens both sermon and shepherdLessons from Spurgeon on prayer, integrity, and healthWriting prayers from the text before writing sermons about the textWhy approval from God matters more than applause from peopleEncouragement to remain personally tethered to the Word, not just to study toolsThe pastoral danger of preaching disconnected from lived experienceAbout Dr. Keeney Dickenson:Dr. Keeney Dickenson has served as the Senior Pastor of First Baptist Church in Crockett, Texas since 2003. With over two decades of local church leadership, he is known for his deep commitment to Christ-centered preaching, pastoral longevity, and the integration of prayer into every aspect of ministry. He holds a Doctor of Ministry degree from Truett Theological Seminary and is the founder and director of Prayeridigm Ministries, a training and resource initiative aimed at helping pastors and churches grow in their understanding and practice of prayer. Dr. Dickenson regularly mentors young leaders and speaks on topics related to spiritual formation, biblical exposition, and sustainable ministry.Related Links:In Times of Loss: Preaching at Funerals and Consoling the Grieving with Paul Beasley-Murray:https://cgnmedia.org/podcasts/in-times-of-loss-preaching-at-funerals-and-consoling-the-grieving Hard Work, Charles Spurgeon and You  - David Guzik on lessons learned from the life and ministry of Charles Spurgeon : https://open.spotify.com/episode/2eaB8MhareGvYXdAhIA7eV?si=xWB1N-JDQOaMcLx8AG4qUQDr. Keeney Dickenson's Prayeridigm resources:https://cgnmedia.org/ministries/prayeridigmFor information about our upcoming training events visit ExpositorsCollective.com The Expositors Collective podcast is part of the CGNMedia, Working together to proclaim the Gospel, make disciples, and plant churches. For more content like this, visit https://cgnmedia.org/Join our private Facebook group to continue the conversation: https://www.facebook.com/groups/ExpositorsCollectiveDonate to support the work of Expositors Collective, in person training events and a free weekly podcast: https://cgn.churchcenter.com/giving/to/expositors-collective

Bubba Dub GOES OFF on Houston Choking the NCAA Championship & RIPS Steph Curry for Scoring 3 Points!!Bubba Dub kicks things off with a HOT take on the NCAA Championship showdown between the Florida Gators and Houston Cougars!Houston CHOKED in the last 2 minutes—4 turnovers, ZERO points—and Bubba ain’t letting ’em live it down!He shows love to Florida for finishing strong and playing smart, and sends a heartfelt shoutout to Sharp from Houston: “Keep ya head up, young king!”But don’t worry… he still had jokes—NO free oysters in Houston tonight!Lakers vs. Thunder Recap:The Lakers handled business against OKC and Bubba was CELEBRATING!Austin Reaves, Luka, and LeBron looked unstoppable—and Bubba says what y’all scared to:Lakers in 7 over OKC, and they got Denver’s number too now that Coach JJ Redick got the playbook in order!COMEDY RANTS on FAMILY & RELATIONSHIPS: • Why you dancin’ all night but can’t read a menu?? • Funerals turn into cash app requests with some of Bubba’s people! • Usher feeding grapes to women?! Bubba got time today!REAL TALK & RAW MOMENTS:Bubba dives deep into loyalty, betrayal, and the wild world of “girl trips” and money traps.He gets emotional talking about fatherhood, pride in his gay son, and how real love is unconditional with a lil’ bit of ignorant humor sprinkled in, of course.This episode is the perfect blend of TRUTH, TRASHH, and TEARS from LAUGHING!#Volume #ClubSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

You learn a lot from funerals- the wisdom from other peoples lives is fascinating but more important extremely valuable for those who seek Significance.