funeral processions


Chicago police shoot and kill Joshua Beal leading to clash between BLM activists and pro-police protesters

  • Joshua Beal, 25, was in Chicago on Saturday for a funeral for his young cousin who died recently due to gun violence. 
  • Beal was driving in the funeral procession of vehicles when he, a firefighter and 2 plainclothes police officers got into a traffic dispute. 
  • A firefighter’s insistence that funeral vehicles were blocking an emergency fire lane and causing delays sparked an initial argument
  • Ultimately, one of the police sergeant fatally shot Beal
  • Chicago police spokesman Anthony Guglielmi said Beal had a gun and refused to drop it.
  • Beal’s family said that, not only did he legally own the gun, he did not fire at the officer or firefighter. 
  • She said the dispute was sparked by plainclothes police officers who cut off her daughter’s vehicle from the procession and pointed a gun at her daughter, without identifying themselves as officers.

Hours later local Black Lives Matter activists came out to support Beals’s family. Pro-police protesters in the area responded by threatening Beal’s family and activists with violence. Video and witness accounts reveal things got really ugly and racist.

“From now and forever, 

Before learning of that radiance, before losing that radiance 

Here is just a festival on the eve before. An eve before failure. 

All that’s left is to wait for the funeral procession. 

Now, now, pure white virtuous goddess. Here, here, she crosses over at this late hour, leaving an extremely deep impression. But, anyhow, aren’t you overlooking something a bit? Lined up here is the troupe of mortal world. We definitely cannot become human, even if we mourn, resent, destroy and despair, we won’t become human. Passion drives the bones, only depression washes the entrails. 

Anyway, instead we can make a lot of people like those over there. Will you forgive us, then?”

~ Puella Magi Madoka Magica: WITCHES Artwork

Sensing the Gods

Touch: raindrops falling
Sight: flash of light through the rain
Scent: day after a rainstorm
Emotion: a slight startle when a large thunderbolt lights the sky
Hear: resounding crack of thunderbolts
Taste: the numbing surge of electricity when testing a battery

Touch: the feeling of the wedding ring
Sight: the tears of love as a betrothed walks down the isle
Scent: the welcoming familiar smell of home
Emotion: love as grey as the hair time and passion has aged like wine
Hear: sound of child laughter
Taste: home cooked meal hot from the oven

Touch: the cold pool of tears after a panic attack as sleep calms the suicidal
Sight: a funeral procession honouring the soul to the underworld’s gates
Scent: freshly dug earth in a cemetery
Emotion: peace after a loved one has passed
Hear: the quiet of a cemetery
Taste: salt of tears as a life is not taken

Touch: wind through a open car window
Sight: yellow lines and green lights ensuring a speedy travel
Scent: lingering smell of gas at a full station
Emotion: relief as a long awaited trip arrives
Hear: clinking of coins in a till
Taste: the dryness after a long walk along a gravel road

Touch: long dry grass crunching in the fall
Sight: auburn, reds and golds of Autumn
Scent: pumpkin spice and freshly mown grass
Emotion: solitude and a festival glow as December rolls around
Hear: a lawnmower’s growling as it works through tall grass
Taste: fresh fruits and the taste of nectar and milk

Touch: creamy texture of chocolate in your mouth
Sight: long distance partner smiling after being far away
Scent: lovers perfume/cologne
Emotion: heart pounding, misty eyed love as a smile comes from seeing a love in your arms
Hear: impassioned breaths of intimate moments
Taste: the passionate kisses between lovers forgetting time for a moment

Touch: the long embrace of a soldier and child/love as they come home
Sight: half mast flag
Scent: soldier’s sweat after taking off his uniform from all day
Emotion: pride in your country
Hear: the resounding “Daddy!” of a coming home surprise
Taste: fresh food cooked after time away from your country

Touch: aching feet of a retail worker as they slump in a break room chair
Sight: the clock
Scent: burning embers of a fire, stale ash
Emotion: relief and excitement getting a job offer after searching relentlessly
Hear: clang of an anvil and sizzle of molten iron in a cooling bucket
Taste: cast iron cooked meals, fire cooked steak

Touch: the calluses on your fingertips after months of practice in guitar strings
Sight: beautiful works of art
Scent: lemonades on a day in summer
Emotion: shivering goosebumps as an emotion is struck hard with music
Hear: the sharp and clear melody of a freshly strung guitar
Taste: slight moment of metal and ink as a pen is drawn to your tongue

Touch: animal’s soft fur like water through your fingers
Sight: doe slowly walking out of a dense forest
Scent: a forest with rich leaves
Emotion: awe as a baby deer and mother wait patiently for your car to pass before crossing
Hear: twang of a arrow releasing from a bow string
Taste: cooling water after exploring in the woods

Touch: stiff spine of a new book cracking open
Sight: a deserved verdict to a defendant
Scent: old pages/books
Emotion: peace inside a bookstore
Hear: hoot of a stirring owl in the evening
Taste: fingertips as they’re licked to turn a fresh page in a book

Touch: embrace of a love come home again
Sight: the first spring flower blooming
Scent: new morning dew in spring
Emotion: relief and glowing love as a partner smiles on a long awaited Skype call
Hear: buzz of bees in the summer
Taste: pomegranates

Touch: tide bringing you in to shore again
Sight: crisp blue of the ocean at peace
Scent: the sour smell of a seafood section of a supermarket
Emotion: awe inspired by an image of the open sea
Hear: hooves thundering along a dirt path
Taste: salt of the sea as it slashes into a smile while swimming

Touch: the padding comfort of a bandage on a healing wound
Sight: seeing a loved one feel well again after sickness
Scent: disinfectant
Emotion: the drowsiness of NyQuil as it lulls your symptoms away to sleep
Hear: fresh air after sickness has clogged your sinuses for weeks
Taste: the sweetness as a sigh of relief escapes your breath

Touch: your cheeks stretching against your teeth as a yawn escaped into the sunrise
Sight: painted reds and oranges of a sunrise
Scent: morning dew in springtime at 6 am
Emotion: excitement for a day ahead, full of possibilities
Hear: the morning birds stirring in the early morning light
Taste: morning coffee next to an open-curtained window

Touch: moments when you can feel comfortable with your body after dysphoria
Sight: the charcoal of a panther, eyes glowing in the night
Scent: draping aroma of a fertile vineyard
Emotion: Pride in being part of a LGBTQ community
Hear: chorus laughter of a raucous party
Taste: sweet tang of a well aged wine

Uncle Lionel is the oldest man still marching the streets of any brass band in New Orleans. At the ripe age of 79, he has been playing the drums and marching in funeral processions and street parades since he was eight years old. Unbelievable! Uncle Lionel has been a member of the Treme Brass Band for over thirty years. 


Accra exhibition to celebrate work of Paa Joe, the master craftsman behind some of the most extravagant caskets in the world

His work has been bought by US presidents and appears in museum collections all over the world – and yet most of Paa Joe’s creations are buried six feet underground.

Joe, who turned 69 this week, is Ghana’s most prolific coffin artist and, after five decades in the funeral industry producing some of the world’s most extravagant designs, his work is being celebrated in a major exhibition in Accra.

Joe’s work – which includes coffins in the shape of Porsches, naked women, Nike trainers, cameras, Coca-Cola bottles and chilli peppers – is designed to represent the life of the deceased, with each item handcrafted and painted for the funeral procession, which can last up to three days and three nights.

Working with curator Nana Oforiatta-Ayim, Joe and his son Jacob have developed an exhibition that explores the traditions behind the fantasy coffins and their particular popularity within the Ga community in Ghana, where this unique custom began.



After the first Dynasty of Kish, Ur’s first Dynasty rose to prominence as a major port city. One of the greatest finds here was the Cemetery of Ur which contained about 2,000 burials (human sacrifice) dating as late as the Sargonic period of Akkad, sixteen of which were labeled “Royal Tombs”. The funerary process was made up of ceremonial feasts and music which would last for days followed by a funeral procession consisting of oxcarts, musicians, singers, mourners, and guards or soldiers. 

Gold, silver, food, weapons, cylinder seals, jewelry, cups and bowls would be left with the deceased as well as both human and animal sacrifices; buried alongside the kings and queens or Ur, they would accompany the deceased and join them in the afterlife. The architecture of the royal tombs comprised of a ramp leading down a deep pit (labeled the ‘death pit’) toward a vaulted or domed stone chamber. The humans who were sacrificed were those who served and attended the kings and queens while they were alive, they were buried within the chamber with their rulers and also outside of it, in the pit.

Most burials in this cemetery were common inhumation (burying in a grave or tomb); where the deceased were set on their side, legs flexed, with arms over their chest and hands in front of their mouth. They would be placed in a rectangular pit in either a coffin or wrapped in a reed mat. 

^ Reconstructed Sumerian headgear necklaces.

One royal tomb (PG1237), labeled the “Great Death Pit” held 6 men and 68 women, the majority of the latter wore headdresses of silver, gold and lapis as well as having “shells with cosmetic pigment”. They were believed to have willingly consumed some sort of sedative or deadly drug but at least two skeletons show perimortem (before time of death or close to it) fractures and circular holes which match blunt force trauma with a heavy pointed blunt object. Signs of sun damage and mercury sulfide (HgS) on a body (used to slow down decomposition) suggests that the bodies were exposed to sunlight during the above mentioned long festive ceremonies and funeral procession.

^ Also within the Royal Tombs of Ur two game boards were discovered, labeled the ‘Royal Game of Ur’ (aka Game of Twenty Squares), these are some of the oldest board games ever discovered.  

In the afterlife the spirit (Sumerian gidim, Akk. eṭemmu) would eat dust, thirst and live in darkness. It is believed that these objects which were found in tombs and graves were offering for the gods and for the deceased themselves. One reason for the former is that according to the Sumerian myth, “The Death of Urnamma”, the deceased king Urnamma was buried with objects so he could then offer them to the gatekeepers and the many gods of the netherworld, including Ereshkigal (queen of the Underworld) and her consort Nergal (god of war and pestilence). As gifts he gave vessels, garments and weaponry as well as presenting them with a banquet and in exchange he was given a dwelling place and given rule over fallen soldiers and condemned criminals.

after Ur-Namma had presented properly the offerings of the nether world, the … of the underworld, the Anunnaki seated Ur-Namma on a great dais of the nether world and set up a dwelling place for him in the nether world. At the command of Ereckigala all the soldiers who had been killed by weapons and all the men who had been found guilty were given into the king’s hands.” – The Death of Ur-Namma

^ Queen’s Lyre (reconstruction), 2600 BCE.

Offerings made to the deceased themselves were used as gifts for the gatekeepers in exchange for safe passage into the afterlife and also so the spirits could eat and drink but those who were killed by fire or remained unburied would have no spirit and afterlife. Those who did make it to the afterlife needed offerings of food and drink from living relatives. If offerings weren’t made then the deceased could haunt and inflict sickness on the living.

According to the Epic of Gilgamesh despite of one’s status while they lived all are equal in the afterlife:

“I entered the house of dust and I saw the kings of the earth, their crowns put away forever; rulers and princes, all those who once wore kingly crowns and ruled the world in the days of old. They who had stood in the place of the gods like Anu and Enlil, stood now like servants to fetch baked meats in the house of dust, to carry cooked meat and cold water from the waterskin.”

The god of the sun and justice Utu/Shamash would descend into the netherworld every night and would punish abusive spirits, gift offerings to forgotten spirits and would judge the fates of the deceased with the help of the seven judges, the Anunnaki.

^ The Golden Lyre.

To the land of no return, the land of darkness, Ishtar, the daughter of Sin (moon god) directed her thought. Directed her thought, Ishtar, the daughter of Sin, to the house of shadows, the dwelling, of Irkalla (Netherworld), to the house without exit for him who enters therein. To the road, whence there is no turning, to the house without light for him who enters therein, the place where dust is their nourishment, clay their food.’ they have no light, in darkness they dwell. Clothed like birds, with wings as garments, over door and bolt, dust has gathered.” – Ishtar’s Descent into the Underworld.

Here in the story of ‘Inanna’s descent to the Underworld’ she threatens the gatekeeper into opening the gates to the underworld for her.

O gatekeeper, open thy gate, open thy gate so I may enter! If thou openest not the gate so that I cannot enter, I will smash the door, i will shatter the bolt, I will smash the doorpost, I will move the doors, I will raise up the dead eating the living, so that the dead will outnumber the living.” 

Neti (the chief gatekeeper) rushed to Erishkigal (goddess of the underworld) to tell her of her sister Ishtar’s arrival. 

Ho there, does this one wish to dwell with me? To eat clay as food, to drink dust as wine? I weep for the men who have left their wives. I weep for the wives torn from the embrace of their husbands; for the little ones cut off before their time. Go, gatekeeper, open thy gate for her, deal with her according to the ancient decree.” – Ishtar’s Descent into the Underworld

^ The Standard of Ur, 2600-2400 BCE.

This consists of the offering of gifts at each gate to Neti (chief gatekeeper) in order to pass them,in the end she lays powerless and naked before her sister Ereshkigal and the seven judges of the underworld known as the Anunnaki.

the Anunna[ki], the judges of the underworld, surrounded her they passed judgment against her. Then Ereshkigal fastened on Inanna the eye of death, she spoke against her the word of wrath, she uttered against her the cry of guilt. She struck her, Inanna was turned into a corpse, a piece of rotting meat and was hung from a hook on the wall.” – Inanna (Akk. Ishtar) Descent into the Underworld.

Even the gods cannot escape the underworld and so the Sumerian Inanna version explains that she only escaped by means of trickery and the bartering of her husband Dumuzi’s (who wasn’t mourning) life who in turn is saved by his sister Ngeshtin-ana who replaces him in the underworld for half of the year. Ngeshtin-ana was a goddess of fertility, absence correlates with the changing of the seasons so this tale bares similarities with the Greek tale of Hades, Persephone and her mother Demeter (goddess of harvest).

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anonymous asked:

i just found out!!! that i share the same birthday as Theodore Roosevelt!!! do you have any facts on him? if you do, could you please share them?

  • As a child, Roosevelt witnessed the Abraham Lincoln funeral procession. 
  • Theodore Roosevelt had a really, really good memory. Roosevelt claimed he had a photographic memory, but it is a statement that can’t be easily proven today. 
  • Theodore and Franklin Roosevelt were fifth cousins. Eleanor Roosevelt was Theodore’s niece. And Uncle Theodore presented the bride at Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt’s wedding.
  • Roosevelt was the first President to win a Nobel Peace Prize.
  • Roosevelt was a prolific writer. Aided by his excellent memory and his always-high energy level, TR wrote about 35 books in his lifetime and an estimated 150,000 letters. And he did write an autobiography!He was also the father of the modern U.S. Navy. 
  • Roosevelt was a grad college dropout. 
  • Roosevelt was blind in one eye after a boxing injury in the White House. 
  • His mother and his first wife died on the same day. On Valentine’s Day in 1884, Roosevelt’s mother passed away from typhoid fever. One floor above in the same house, his first wife, Alice, died less than 12 hours later from Bright’s disease and complications from giving birth to the couple’s first child just two days before. 
  • Roosevelt went skinny-dipping in the Potomac River.
  • Roosevelt was the first sitting president to leave the country.
  • He volunteered to lead an infantry unit in World War I. The ex-president was eager to return to the front lines. Roosevelt lobbied President Woodrow Wilson to send him to France at the head of a 200,000-man expeditionary force. Around the country, supporters of the hero of San Juan Hill staged rallies of support. 
  • Roosevelt would not get called to fight in the war that eventually claimed his son Quentin, who was killed in action when his plane was shot down over France in 1918.
  • Roosevelt had been a Sunday school teacher, he believed strongly in the separation of Church and State. While taking the oath of office during his inauguration after McKinley’s assassination, he did not swear on the Bible.
  • President Roosevelt was the first president to be commonly known by his initials.
  • 1910, Roosevelt took a four minute flight in a plane built by the Wright brothers, making him the first president to fly in an airplane.
  • Theodore Roosevelt was the youngest president, assuming the office at the age of 42 after President McKinley was assassinated. 
  • 1912, Roosevelt was campaigning in Milwaukee, Wisconsin when a local saloon-keeper shot him. The bullet lodged in his chest after passing through a jacket pocket containing his steel eyeglass case and a copy of his 50 page speech which had been folded in half. Being an anatomist, Roosevelt concluded that since he wasn’t coughing blood the bullet had not penetrated the chest wall into his lung. He declined immediate treatment and gave his 90 minute speech with blood seeping from the wound into his shirt. 

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The 80 Adorations to Haides -

I adore you, ruler of the Underworld,

I adore you, King of decay,

I adore you, cool and collected,

I adore you, consoler,

I adore you, he of rubies and rust,

I adore you, the somber and melancholy,

I adore you, receiver of Souls,

I adore you, who watches over within under,

I adore you, he of good fame,

I adore you, punisher of those who have spent their lives ruining those of others,

I adore you, whose demeanour is cool and metallic as the coins in the Styx’s fare box,

I adore you, he who brings life to death among the fruit bearing trees,

I adore you, saviour of souls who have passed on,

I adore you, brother of Zeus and Poseidon,

I adore you, a silent mourner in every funeral procession,

I adore you, who breathes in sulphur and coal dust, florals and rot,

I adore you, who resides over a world of wealth,

I adore you, host of many,

I adore you, listener to all prayers for those who reside with him, those who will soon meet him,

I adore you, who made Persephone your queen,

I adore you, the watchful eye of the afterlife,

I adore you, who welcome us home,

I adore you, shorn and gaunt,

I adore you, the historian,

I adore you, feared and respected,

I adore you, he who looms in the incense of a funeral home,

I adore you, the one whose eyes glint like the gems unearthed within his kingdom,

I adore you, bringer of closure to those who experience loss,

I adore you, the unseen,

I adore you, the mysterious,

I adore you, who watches with neutrality,

I adore you, dismal but familiar,

I adore you, taking away memories of ones life but with that their pain,

I adore you, the adamant,

I adore you, who bids me drink,

I adore you, he of the blind and ignorant of what unfolds,

I adore you, the humbling of all mortals,

I adore you, granter of freedom,

I adore you, witness of last wishes,

I adore you, of infernal regions,

I adore you, the one who gives and receives,

I adore you, who invited your betrothed to be your equal,

I adore you, he of the departed,

I adore you, the cold caverns against warm floral fields,

I adore you, who mourns for half a year, and for each of us,

I adore you, with Kerberos at your side,

I adore you, the hospitable,

I adore you, who brings rest,

I adore you, dripping nectar to restore life,

I adore you, inflexible,

I adore you, the shrouded God,

I adore you, administering justice for all souls,

I adore you, good counsellor,

I adore you, God of the infinite and nothingness,

I adore you, distanced but close to our hearts,

I adore you, who indiscriminately takes too soon and lets endure for long,

I adore you, good and prudent,

I adore you, he of indifference,

I adore you, Prince of the dead,

I adore you, the last shovel of dirt on the grave,

I adore you, grisly and grim,

I adore you, ruler supreme,

I adore you, who offered power to Kore,

I adore you, of treasures untold,

I adore you, from ashes to ashes,

I adore you, he whose world is not the gloom, but rather his beloved,

I adore you, the invisible,

I adore you, the protector of our loved ones who have passed on,

I adore you, the one who holds the hands of those standing on bridges, gives a soothing touch to the bleeding wrists,

I adore you, who terrifies us and comforts us,

I adore you, provider of eternal refuge,

I adore you, groundskeeper to the fields of asphodel,

I adore you, the renowned,

I adore you, who I pray will protect my souls when my time comes,

I adore you, provider of overflowing mouths of water,

I adore you, unbroken and unwavering,

I adore you, cancers and crashes and eternal sleep,

I adore you, he who whispers, “not yet,” to those who try to enter his kingdom too soon,

I adore you, surrounded by death, he who comes alive with the beating heart of his wife,

I adore you, Haides, praise to the granter of eternal life and eternal rest in your kingdom!

Irreplaceable VII

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The sky over the port city of Stoneton was a mottled amalgam of grays and gold, the sunlight pressing dark shadows into the bellies of the clouds. The hum of the funeral procession carried on in shades of mourning, and Felo’thore considered the heavens above him. How uncanny that the sky looked a reflection of how conflicted he felt inside while there.

The brothers stood beside one another, draped in the dark purple cloaks as candles were lit and memories of Kironea Ashelanar were spoken from the pulpit. Thordemar kept his head low, the warrior’s long platinum hair down and gathering over his back, clutching the candle in his thick hands while his twin continued to stare into the space behind the speaker. To have it even on his mind pained him, but Felo’thore worried deeply about Adrianal- what he was doing, if he was okay as Aleric had said he would be. The mage hadn’t seen nor spoken to him in days but to send a letter only seemed superficial for the conversation they needed to have. There was little time for writing something even remotely thoughtful enough for such a delicate situation. After Thordemar and Eldriana had brought him home from brooding in the firelands, the brothers were on a dragonhawk charter early the next morning, only to immediately arrive in time for the funeral.

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“Italy’s highest court has ruled that men who scratch, adjust or otherwise manipulate their genitals in public are committing a criminal offence.

According to Italian folklore, a swift grasp of one’s generative organs - known by Italians as their “attributi” - protects against bad luck. A funeral procession passing by, or disaster or disease cropping up in conversation, therefore brings a flurry of men’s hands descending crotchwards.

While superstitious groin-grabbing has become less acceptable in recent years, the phrase “io mi tocco i…”, or “I touch my…”, is still used in much the same way as “touch wood” is in English.” [x][x]

(more at @annotated-hetalia)

USSR (now LITHUANIA). Vilnius. January 16, 1991. Pall-bearers carry a flag-draped casket during a funeral procession through the Lithuanian capital, for 10 of the 13 people killed when Soviet troops stormed the Lithuanian broadcast centre the previous weekend. Hundreds of thousands of Lithuanians jammed the procession route to mourn their national heroes. The January Events are credited as being the principal factors that led to the sweeping victory of independence supporters in a referendum on February 9, 1991. (84.73% of registered voters cast their ballot, 90.47% of them voted in favour of the total independence of Lithuania.)

Photograph: AP

when i finally am released into the bourn of death i have only two requests. the first is that the funeral process be conducted with an open casket, so that the 1-6 people who regret my death can execute flagrantly illegal makeouts unto/atop my incredibly deceased corpse. the second is that i be dressed in such a way that the guests may be reminded that though my soul rests eternally in the hell, my miserable cadaver retains my enormous Dong

Victor Hugo Facts and Legends

-His middle name was Marie

-It took him 20-30 years to write Les Mis

-He would write naked a lot bc he claimed it cured his writers block

-May have had a foot fetish?

-Some say he had sex with his wife so much on their wedding night that she got mad at him

-He spent some time in exile bc of Napoleon and the he got invited back but he stayed out until Napoleon III was gone bc he was not having the whole emperor thing

-During that time some Belgians got really mad at him and attacked him shouting “Down with Hugo! Down with Valjean!” (Maybe)

-Basically all of France celebrated his 80th birthday like this guy was a legend

-6 hour funeral procession

-Let me reiterate

-six hours.

-Legend says that when he died most of the brothels in Paris closed in mourning of the loss of their best customer