Four Weddings and a Funeral,

      Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden
　　
　　Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
　　Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
　　Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
　　Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
　　
　　Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
　　Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
　　Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
　　Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
　　
　　He was my North, my South, my East and West,
　　My working week and my Sunday rest,
　　My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
　　I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.
　　
　　The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
　　Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
　　Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
　　For nothing now can ever come to any good.
这是Four Weddings and a Funeral中的葬礼的一段台词，也是葬礼时的引言，he was my North,my South,my East and West.
死亡究竟离我们有多远？