Written by: Paul Beadnall

Death is nothing at all,i have only slipped into the next room.I am me and you are you. Whatever we were to eachother,that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name,speak to me in the easy way you always used to. Put no differance in your tone,wear no forced air of soleminty or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we always shared together. Play,smile,think of me,pray for me.Let my name be the household word it that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort,without ghost of a shadow in it. Life means all that it`s ever meant.It is the same as it ever was; there is absolute unbroken continuity.What is death but a neglible accident? Why should i be out of mind because i am out of sight? I am waiting for you an interval somewhere very near,just around the corner. All is well.Nothing is past;nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of partying again when we meet.
Canon Henry Scott- Holland. Script on Richys condolance book table.