Bill’s funeral

This poem was read at the end of Bill’s funeral today. I thought that it was very apt. Alison and the family gave him a good and very loving send off, with music from the Beatles and a reading from Douglas Adams. 

Epitaph on my own friend by Robert Burns

An honest man here lies at rest,
As e’er God with His image blest:
The friend of man, the friend of truth;
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d,
Few heads with knowledge so inform’d:
If there’s another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.