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    Cemeteries

    A dead Irishman

    I just found a dead Irishman from Limerick, I said, quite pleased with myself. Well, he said, there are a few of us alive here,

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    The kiss of death

    The origins of words and phrases are as fascinating as the words themselves. Some say the term the kiss of death grew from Mafia lore

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    I’ve heard the stories. A sister dying in Ireland a minute after her brother died in Australia (they say he picked her up on his

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    There’s something quite lovely about visiting a cemetery on a clear, 30-degree, blue-sky day. I’m a great fan of tombstones and would happily spend my

    Pop culture or traditional culture?

    The Man Who Knew Too Much, Hitchcock’s 1956 thriller, with Doris Day and Jimmy Stewart opens in Marrakesh. Ten years later, in 1966, Our Man in Marrakesh aka Bang!

    When talent lives on

    I was in Paris many moons ago and didn’t care for it much. I have only vague recollections of being there, no lasting memories other

    Back by popular demand

    Modesty aside, I think I have a fairly decent vocabulary. I can’t lay claim to knowing every word in the dictionary but I could make

    Eternal rest?

    I’ve heard tell that Muslims are buried standing up. And the Muslim cemeteries I have been to would suggest the same. I did some digging

    Come, my friends, ’tis not too late to seek a newer world

    Sitting in a hotel room on a Sunday morning in Geneva last month, it seemed as if my plans for the day were doomed. To

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    True till the end

    I’ve often wondered where the bitches and the bastards are buried. Those nasty people who beat their spouses, molest their kids, kill their mates. In

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