在一个寒冷的星期日下午，一小群朋友和家人参加了“生活葬礼”，他加入了他的家。他们每个人都讲话并致敬..有些人哭了。有些人笑了。一个女人读了一首诗：“我亲爱的和爱的堂兄..你的永恒的心，爱的时间，时间，一层，温柔的红杉。。。莫里那天说。
(And on a cold Sunday afternoon, he was joined in his home by a small group of friends and family for a 'living funeral'. Each of them spoke and paid tribute.. Some cried. Some laughed. One woman read a poem: 'My dear and loving cousin.. Your ageless heart as you ,love through time, layer on layer, tender sequoia..' .. And all the heartfelt things we never get to say to those we love, Morrie said that day.)