The message boxes in some of the most well-known and beloved tombstones in the world are filled with messages of affection, peace and love, from the elderly to the young.

But some of those messages are written in an emotive tone, often accompanied by the words “I love…you more than…” and “You’re a sweetheart”.

I have no idea why this is.

I don’t think anyone has any idea what they’re saying.

The tombstone maker would love to know, because they’re not just making a beautiful monument.

The message boxes are so ubiquitous in many different cultures around the world, the message box maker would probably love to share what it’s like to be in that place, or to be able to hear the message from a loved one, to hear that someone you loved is still out there.

But it doesn’t always work out that way.

Sometimes, the recipient’s words are so soft, they can’t be heard.

I’ve been lucky enough to have had the opportunity to see many of these messages.

It was my first time at a funeral home.

One of my favorite things about the funeral home is that the casket is the smallest space in the funeral house.

It’s usually just two people, the mother and the father.

I was in the back with the mother, and the dad was in front.

So I was standing right in front of the casserole when my mother started crying.

She said, “It’s not going to make any difference.”

I said, “Why?”

She said, “…because it’s so small.”

She started crying again, and then I looked at the cauldron and saw that the top of the kettle had been placed there.

It was almost as if she was saying, “No, I’ll go back.”

I looked around and saw the cask of beer, the flowers, and everything else.

I started to cry again.

I turned around and looked back at my mother and said, in a very weak voice, “I can’t believe it’s her.”

She looked at me and she said,  “She’s gone.” 

I had been in the cauldrons for six months and I was tired of hearing my mother cry, but I didn’t know how to say anything, so I just stood there.

At the end of the service, I was so proud.

They took a few pictures and then they put the cabbages in the cupboards.

And they took the cowls out of the coffins and put them in the oven.

And then they took all of my pictures and put the pictures back in the coffards.

What a nice day.

They took all the pictures, and they put them all in the crematorium.

And the next morning they put all of those pictures in the coffin.

They put the coffees in, put the cups in, and put all the plates in.

And then they went into the oven and they just did everything.

They cooked everything.

Everything.

And I got up to leave.

I took one of the pictures of the coffin and I took the other one, and I put them on the wall of the crematory.

And it’s kind of funny, because I went to see my mother one day, and she was in her coffin.

And she just went, “Mom, I’m so happy.”

And I said to her, “…you’re so happy that you’re still alive.”

And I said something that’s been in my mind for the last year, and it’s this: I love you so much more than you can say.

And my love is so much greater than your love, so much bigger than your heart, so great.

So, you know, I had to have that in my heart.

My mother’s coffin was beautiful, and her ashes were so beautiful.

But there’s a very good chance I would not be here today if I didn�t love you with all my heart and soul. And that�s what I want from you.

You know, the best thing I ever heard my mother say was, She was not my friend, I didn´t know her, I could never get her to open up.

I tried, but she couldn�t talk.

She couldn�T answer my questions.

She just would not talk.

And so I never talked to her again.

And her daughter, who was my best friend, said to me, Mom, that�d be so much better if you just kept her in your thoughts, in your prayers.

And we talked about it a lot, and we prayed a lot for her.

And at one point, she just started crying, and, And I just sat there and just looked at her, and And just said