No, my ma died nearly 20 years ago. I still miss her, and I still think about her a lot but the memories I have are warm, rather than melancholic or tinged with sadness.
That the God-man died for his people, and that His death is their life, is an idea which was in some degree foreshadowed by the older mystical sacrifices.
Both my parents died on the young side. My father was 45, and my mother was 61, so cancer’s affected me in a big way.
I always thought I would die of cancer because my mom and my dad both died of cancer. My dad died of osteocancer, and my mom died of colon cancer.
I have seen hard times in my life. I lost my foot and was badly injured after a gang of thieves threw me out of the running train. I laid down on the tracks for hours and later was hospitalised. I could have failed and died.
It wasn’t sexual in its element. I wasn’t being exploited. I was doing what happened. It was very challenging because I played Phyllis from 15 years old to 53 when she died of breast cancer.
I hope that on my tombstone it says ‘Born 1933, died 2043.’ I hope that’s my legacy.
Someone called all the newspapers in New York and told them I’d died. I’ve been told by almost everyone it was an ex-wife – I’ve had a few so it’s hard to pinpoint which one – but who knows for sure?
My mom grew up without a father because he died in the Korean War. And my grandmother, her life was completely upended because of that.
The word ‘Christianity’ is already a misunderstanding – in reality there has been only one Christian, and he died on the Cross.
When I was 15, I begged my grandfather to give me this guitar he’d always had in the back of his closet. I promised him I’d learn to play it, but I never did. Then my grandfather died, and I felt so guilty. So I started playing.
We can’t have cellphones, TV, radio or the Internet. If the president died, we’d have no idea. There’s no normalcy. It’s just like prison, with cameras.
The importance of heart health became very real for me when my father died of heart disease seven years ago. Having experienced the loss first hand, I am inspired to do everything I can to break the cycle and prevent families from losing loved ones to this preventable disease.
My mother died when I was 17, and I moved in with my dad to make a 12-month pig’s ear of retaking my A-levels.
Twenty-six million Russians died in the defense of their homeland against the Nazis.
When Andy died, I just drank to dumb my mind.
All of the great writers whom I admire have died. I guess the most recent one would be Marquez.
The central dogma of the New Testament is that Jesus died as a scapegoat for the sin of Adam and the sins that all we unborn generations might have been contemplating in the future. Adam’s sin is perhaps mitigated by the extenuating circumstance that he didn’t exist.
I was struck after 9/11 by what seemed the assumption that everyone bereaved by that event was suffering the same thing. I wanted to explore how individual grief is, how complicated, how colored by the complexity of the mourner’s relationship with the person who’s died.
You hit a certain age, and you haven’t died yet, and you become an elder statesman. I think I get a lot of applause because I’m not keeling over.
My mother did play classical piano, not that well. And actually, my father sang with the big bands – he sang with Bob Crosby’s band – but he had to give up show business when his father died. He had to come back to Montgomery and take over the furniture store.
I recall the night that President McKinley died. I was working at the time at a theatre in St. Louis. The oppressive feeling was in the air. I could not make the people laugh.
The kids look at me, ‘Ah, you’re my hero.’ I want to teach those kids. ‘Hey listen, God is my hero. He died on the cross for my sins, and He’s the one. That’s how I wanna live – like Him – and I want you guys to do the same thing.
Most of the doctors in the Tunisian administration, especially those in country districts, contracted typhus and approximately one third of them died of it.
Mom was so funny and loving to us kids. She was our first audience. When my dad died, I was suddenly alone in the house with her because my two older brothers were away at college. I was the man of the house, and she was the grieving woman.
A couple of years before he died, I kissed my father goodbye. He said, ‘Son, you haven’t kissed me since you were a little boy.’ It went straight to my heart, and I kissed him whenever I saw him after that, and my sons and I always kiss whenever we meet.
Nobody ever died of laughter.
I should have died in ambushes a hundred times.
Those who survived the San Francisco earthquake said, ‘Thank God, I’m still alive.’ But, of course, those who died, their lives will never be the same again.
I believe God, Jesus, died that we not just go to Heaven but that we excel in this life. I never think you make money your goal… God wants you to excel. Just keep Him in first place, and God will open up doors you never dreamed of.
There has never been a great athlete who died not knowing what pain is.
I found out when I was 18 that Dad had left my mother and the family before he realised he was ill and then died. When I asked Mum about it, she just sort of shrugged it off and said she’d thought I knew about it all along. Of course I hadn’t, though I’m sure she must have been desperately unhappy at the time.
When you snatch little pieces of other people’s lives and try to palm them off as your own, that’s more disgusting than anything. Robin Williams is a huge thief. Denis Leary is a huge thief. His whole stand-up career is based on Bill Hicks, a brilliant guy who died years ago.
Actually, I would love to make a music video. Maybe it would finally put to rest those persistent rumours that have followed me throughout my career – particularly when I was on camera performing – that I had died.
I was a vegetarian first. I had high blood pressure at 27, everybody in my family died of cancer, and I knew it was in the food, so I changed my diet.
The terrorists thought they would change my aims and stop my ambitions, but nothing changed in my life except this: weakness, fear and hopelessness died. Strength, power and courage were born.
The goal of my University education was to get into a medical college and equip myself to run a hospital in Kumbakonam left behind by my father, M.K. Sambasivan, who died at a young age in 1936.
I knew the coronavirus was a real thing, but it really hit home when my aunt died, and it was really hard to watch my mom go through that with her sister.
You should have died when I killed you.
My grandparents had died in 1983, and suddenly my brother is out jogging before Mass, and he dies.
I was slapped down to the ground when my son Wade died in 1996, in April of 1996.
There were almost 11,000 American soldiers killed in Germany in April of 1945, the last full month of the war. That’s almost as many as died in June, 1944. Right to the very end, it was absolutely brutal.
He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation’s equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?
My mother died when I was young, and I was filming all the time. I was all over the place. Acting was the one constant.
But when my mother died, I found that I did not believe that she was gone.
When my wife died, I booked myself into the studio just to work, to occupy myself.
If I’d seen a grown man beating a crippled boy, of course I’d intervene. If my father died and left my mother destitute, it’s your instinct to take care of her. So when I started to think about it in those terms, it started to make sense to me.
I know there were many good policemen who died doing their duty. Some of the cops were even friends of ours. But a cop can go both ways.
My father – until the day that my dad died – didn’t know how many points you scored in a touchdown. He could say there were nine innings in baseball, but no intricacies of the sport.
When my mother died, I fell apart. My father wanted to control me. As a consequence, I ran away to America.
When grandpa was ill and could’ve died, I would have swapped all my record sales so he could get well. He is the reason I am a singer. He was my best friend growing up.
It was sad when Sid Vicious died… I was freaked out when Phil Lynott died from Thin Lizzy. I cried. It was too crazy.
I never met my Uncle Jack. My mom was six months pregnant with me when he died. But I knew his wife and two kids very well.
I had liver disease. I’m completely cured now, but I thought about if I died from liver cancer, what my life would look like. I followed this wish of being a fiction writer.
I don’t have a warm personal enemy left. They’ve all died off. I miss them terribly because they helped define me.
It’s been such a deep and amazing journey for me, getting close to John Keats, and also I love Shelley and Byron. I mean, the thing about the Romantic poets is that they’ve got the epitaph of romantic posthumously. They all died really young, and Keats, the youngest of them all.
I keep my skin – especially on my face and neck – out of the sun. My brother died of melanoma eight years ago, and I’ve got SPF on all the time, 24-7. It makes you realize, the sun is a wonderful thing, but it can be a very devastating thing. So sunscreen is key, and a lot of laughter, too.
