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		<title>By: CELIA</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/05/21/funeral-home-night-clerk/#comment-78494</link>
		<dc:creator>CELIA</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 23:15:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I LOST MY SIX YEAR OLD SON TO A HIT BY CAR ON HIS BIKE 
3 MONTHS AFTER LOSING HIS FATHER TO CANCER. I WANTED TO BE
A CORONER OR  FUNERAL HOME DIRECTOR/EMABLMER. THAT IS UNTIL
I SEEN MY DEAD SON LYING ON A GURNEY.  I COULD  NOT BARE TO
SEE ANOTHER GRIEF STRICKEN MOM STARING INTO THE EYES OF HER
SON OR DAUGHTER. AND TO PREPARE A CHILD FOR THE AFTER LIFE
IN A COFFIN IS JUST TO MUCH FOR MY SOUL TO BARE. THANK YOU
FOR SHARING YOUR STORY.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I LOST MY SIX YEAR OLD SON TO A HIT BY CAR ON HIS BIKE<br />
3 MONTHS AFTER LOSING HIS FATHER TO CANCER. I WANTED TO BE<br />
A CORONER OR  FUNERAL HOME DIRECTOR/EMABLMER. THAT IS UNTIL<br />
I SEEN MY DEAD SON LYING ON A GURNEY.  I COULD  NOT BARE TO<br />
SEE ANOTHER GRIEF STRICKEN MOM STARING INTO THE EYES OF HER<br />
SON OR DAUGHTER. AND TO PREPARE A CHILD FOR THE AFTER LIFE<br />
IN A COFFIN IS JUST TO MUCH FOR MY SOUL TO BARE. THANK YOU<br />
FOR SHARING YOUR STORY.</p>
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		<title>By: Lisanne</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/05/21/funeral-home-night-clerk/#comment-70676</link>
		<dc:creator>Lisanne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 02:50:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Woah...birdman is...well...not worth commenting on, so I won&#039;t!

Beautiful piece!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Woah&#8230;birdman is&#8230;well&#8230;not worth commenting on, so I won&#8217;t!</p>
<p>Beautiful piece!!</p>
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		<title>By: Jenny</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/05/21/funeral-home-night-clerk/#comment-70642</link>
		<dc:creator>Jenny</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 10:02:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am so sorry that you lost someone so young and to something so horrible. Good for you for how you dealt with it such a sad story but your decision was comforting for your Dad and didn&#039;t ruin your loving memories of your brother and where he is now he is safe and warm. 

By the way birdman you are the sick f*#@</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am so sorry that you lost someone so young and to something so horrible. Good for you for how you dealt with it such a sad story but your decision was comforting for your Dad and didn&#8217;t ruin your loving memories of your brother and where he is now he is safe and warm. </p>
<p>By the way birdman you are the sick f*#@</p>
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		<title>By: birdman</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/05/21/funeral-home-night-clerk/#comment-64756</link>
		<dc:creator>birdman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 20:41:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>you sick fuck</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>you sick fuck</p>
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		<title>By: lorna garcia</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/05/21/funeral-home-night-clerk/#comment-61394</link>
		<dc:creator>lorna garcia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 19:11:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Beautifully written. Profound. So much has been written about death but this piece is still such a fresh take on the subject. Death is very much about the impact it has on the living and this story captures that - heartbreakingly....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautifully written. Profound. So much has been written about death but this piece is still such a fresh take on the subject. Death is very much about the impact it has on the living and this story captures that &#8211; heartbreakingly&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: LG</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/05/21/funeral-home-night-clerk/#comment-59734</link>
		<dc:creator>LG</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 23:55:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Heartfelt words. I hope you will feel comfort &amp; strength from the  bible scriptures Ecclesiastes 9:5-6 .Please read.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Heartfelt words. I hope you will feel comfort &amp; strength from the  bible scriptures Ecclesiastes 9:5-6 .Please read.</p>
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		<title>By: brendanobrien</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/05/21/funeral-home-night-clerk/#comment-14609</link>
		<dc:creator>brendanobrien</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2007 15:26:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I truly hope you feel no guilt or regret for not having carried out your &quot;mission&quot;, or for having told an &quot;untruth&quot; to your dad. I think the majority of people couldn&#039;t have done what you had put on you. And your dad feels better now, you &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; feel ok, and your brother probably doesn&#039;t know, care, or if he does is probably very happy you did what you had to do to cope. And if he does know what you did, he knows for sure it was full of love.

Thanks for sharing the story.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I truly hope you feel no guilt or regret for not having carried out your &#8220;mission&#8221;, or for having told an &#8220;untruth&#8221; to your dad. I think the majority of people couldn&#8217;t have done what you had put on you. And your dad feels better now, you <i>should</i> feel ok, and your brother probably doesn&#8217;t know, care, or if he does is probably very happy you did what you had to do to cope. And if he does know what you did, he knows for sure it was full of love.</p>
<p>Thanks for sharing the story.</p>
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		<title>By: Nancy</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/05/21/funeral-home-night-clerk/#comment-14465</link>
		<dc:creator>Nancy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 20:17:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I read the title I thought it would be some Six Feet Under kind of story but I like this much more.  Hard to say &quot;like&quot; when I felt so sad at the end but I was moved and I keep thinking about what I&#039;d do if I had to make such a hard decision myself.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I read the title I thought it would be some Six Feet Under kind of story but I like this much more.  Hard to say &#8220;like&#8221; when I felt so sad at the end but I was moved and I keep thinking about what I&#8217;d do if I had to make such a hard decision myself.</p>
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		<title>By: Matt G</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/05/21/funeral-home-night-clerk/#comment-14462</link>
		<dc:creator>Matt G</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 20:08:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am stuck by the impact of such few words.  Carefully chosen of course, but still, so much power paked in to such a small space.  I cried uncontrolably the first time I read this piece.  It seems to keep drawing me back almost haunting me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am stuck by the impact of such few words.  Carefully chosen of course, but still, so much power paked in to such a small space.  I cried uncontrolably the first time I read this piece.  It seems to keep drawing me back almost haunting me.</p>
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		<title>By: Mike Bayles</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/05/21/funeral-home-night-clerk/#comment-14121</link>
		<dc:creator>Mike Bayles</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2007 23:31:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My dad, Robert, had always been the youthful father to me, until Alzheimer&#039;s struck.  When he was in the advanced stages of the disease, he had lost motor control and was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and unable to recognize me.  Since he no longer wore his dentures, his cheeks were sunken.  Then, he looked old to me.

After  he died, the funeral home did an excelent job preparing him for the burial.  When my mother and I saw him for the last time, I told her that he was a dignified old man.  His dignified passing gave me great comfort, after I had seen Alzheimer&#039;s Disease strip him of so many things for years.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My dad, Robert, had always been the youthful father to me, until Alzheimer&#8217;s struck.  When he was in the advanced stages of the disease, he had lost motor control and was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and unable to recognize me.  Since he no longer wore his dentures, his cheeks were sunken.  Then, he looked old to me.</p>
<p>After  he died, the funeral home did an excelent job preparing him for the burial.  When my mother and I saw him for the last time, I told her that he was a dignified old man.  His dignified passing gave me great comfort, after I had seen Alzheimer&#8217;s Disease strip him of so many things for years.</p>
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