Personal pages of the Webmaister, page 3
Here is what happened when I put a wee mention on
the GlescaPals messageboard about buying this burial lair:-
Lair, Posted March 24, 2003 by
Ah went oot last week a purchased a lair in Rutherglen Cemetery.
final resting place.
Ah wanted tae be organised and no' leave the problems tae my boys, when
arranging mah funeral.
Nice wee spot..I'll show the photies if ye want?
wull be interesting tae see the views that come in oan this wan!
on March 24, 2003 at 17:58:08 by Catherine
I think you made a wise decision there Webmaister. We did the same 14yrs
ago, we bought ours it cost £650.
When my brother died 2yrs ago it cost £1900 for same 200yds from ours. We
did not want our son and daughter to have the bother of it ,and we picked
a nice wee spot. We do not have a photo of it, but we see it when we visit
the cemetery. I know this type of topic is not to everyones taste ,but
that is what the board is all about , a variety of topics for
discussion.!!!! Regards Catherine
on March 24, 2003 at 15:13:09 by Therese
Dear Our Webmaister....Celtic getting put out the cup didnae upset ye THAT much
did it? Or is it the prospect of Rangers mibbe getting beat? lol...What on
earth made you post that message on such a lovely sunny day? Ma weans can
put me oot wi the rubbish on a Monday morning fur all i care!...Mind you,
that would be too much trouble, I canny get them to put the rubbish oot
noo! Anyhoos, I'm er...pleased fur ye...i think....lol....Love Therese
on March 28, 2003 at 13:07:21 by Ronnie,
it took a long time fur it tae come tae me but Therese's hit the nail oan
the heid as tae why Wull the Webmaister is arranging his ain funeral, cos
he's frightened thit his family will chuck him in the midgie as soon as
they realise he's broon breed.
Och the puir wee sowel, a suppose he kin leave the hole uncovered wae the
open cofin in the botum so thit when he feels deidness comin upone him he
kin jist lie doon aw by hissel and slip aaf tae wherever he's gawn.
Perhaps he might waant tae dae his ain obituary before he goes, that wid
be a laugh.
HERE LIES THE BODIE O' WULLIE MAC
HE'S GONE NO AND NO COMIN BACK
FUR WHEN HE WIS HERE HE WIS LOAD A FUN
BIT NOO HE'S IN A HOLE IN THE GRUN
on March 24, 2003 at 15:42:35 by Marion
goodness Webmaister, don't ye think we're depressed enough wi' the war in Iraq
withoot you scarin' us wi' yer residence o' the future? Yer no tryin' tae
tell us somethin' ur ye. Seriously though, I know it's the thing tae dae
these days, gettin' yer affairs in order, but it gies me the WILLIES. Haha
on March 24, 2003 at 21:59:18 by webmaister
yer a funny lot right enough
Yer webmaister is the big-five-O on Boxing Day....and I decided this was
the year tae sort oot ma affairs.
dear wee Mammy died in 1995
aged only 64 and being the auldest and cleverest ah wis left tae sort
Since then ah hiv had nae problem talking aboot ....ye know...hmmmm....the....
So this year ah hiv not only purchased a lair but mah 'last will &
testament" is getting sorted this year also.
Then ah kin put it awe into an envelope and forget aboot it.
Incidently being a South Lanarkshire resident mah lair only cost £198.80p....whit
ah also forgot tae tell ye wis mah big pal Jas has bought the lair next
Ye want tae hear the wummin they hiv been laughing at us!! The four of us
are going on holiday this year tae`discuss it!!
Ye see naebody else wants tae be buried so he bought the next lair tae
keep me company.....ah real pal!
Ah must get the photies oan the website......
on March 26, 2003 at 02:00:19 by Marion New
ye certainly ur a well organized cratur fur yer age. Ye've even picked oot
yer partner fur tae spend eternity wi'. Ye better make sure Jas his hid
clean livin' ur you might go wan wi' an he the ither. Haha!....Marion
on March 25, 2003 at 01:47:18 by Jimmy Reid,
move Webmaister! wi' the price o' coaffins no'a'days yer better tae take a wee
bit o' the financial burden aff the wans thit's left. Ma'sell??? ah'm
gau'in in "The Fire" ah've goat the 'Cremation' thing aw'
soartit oot an' aw' thit's left tae dae??? Is 'spread me oot' ... a wee
drap in Nova Scotia and the rest ... Gau'in aw'ower the shores o' Loch
Lomond. A wee drap each in Balloch, Arden Youth Hostel, Drymen, Balmaha,
Rowerdennan an' The Ben' then, ower tae the ither side an' up tae Luss,
Inverbeg, Ardlui, Arrochar campground Ardgarten Youth Hostel and whit's
left??? up The Cobbler an' let me drift in the wind ... AW' MY GOD! ah'
could go thi'morra oan "The Last Trip Hame" an it wid be a 'blessin'
Ah've lived a 'Fantastic Life' an' shared it wi' some marvelous characters
an' thurr's noa much mair ah'd
care tae dae ... 'cept win the $20+Million this Friday! bit, ah'd probably
jist spend it oan mair firewid' furr 'The Big Burn' LoL!!! Ah'm gau'in
furr a drive this week tae 'the gravesite' o' the man thit wrote
"What a Friend
We Have In Jesus" an' furr a big waster like ah' wis, ah'll take ma'
Guitar Wull an' gie that hymn a wee burl' 'cause 'age' mellows ye' Gie's a
on March 25, 2003 by Oor Webmaister
don't get awe serious oan me.
This is a topic that some folk dareny talk aboot.
But why not..there is wan thing fur sure we are awe gonny snuff-it
Scots folk are murder at talking aboot death, other nationalities have nae
problem wi' it
Ah tell ye whit ah told ma boys...I hope to live fur a long time tae come,
ah jist want this sorted. I'll need tae get a sorcerer's apprentice tae
take oan the webmaisters role......
Glesga man and his wife wur hiving a fight on the day of their 40th
wedding anniversary. The man yells, "When you die, am getting ye a
headstane that reads, 'Here Lies My Wife - As Cold As Ever'."
"Aye" she replies,"When you die, I'm getting you a
headstane that says,
'Here lies mah Man -Stiff At Last.'"
on March 25, 2003 at 13:30:25 by Jimmy
yer a heliva man Wull, a cudnae hiv put it ony betur musel the wee joke is a
......An ther aw deed ,oh, hear we go again!....
Webmaister..........Thanks Pals .
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there I did not die
Mary Frye (1932}
Your Gap ?
A man stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on his headstone, from beginning to end.
The first came with the date of his birth, and then the date of his death.
He spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most
was the gap between those years. For the gap represents all the time he
spent on this earth, and only those who loved him know what that gap is
For it disnae matter how much we own, how much money we have, the cars.. the
house.. what matters is how we live and love and how we spend our gap.
You never know how much time is left. If we could just slow down long enough
to consider what is real and true and always try to understand how others
feel. Are there friends you've left behind? Things you've left unsaid, that
wee broken fence you need to mend?
Be less quick to anger, and treat others to a smile, so when your epitaph's
being read and your life is being rehashed, you would be proud of what they
have to say about how you spent your gap.
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