After the Funeral
After the Funeral is a work of detective fiction by Agatha Christie and first published in the US by Dodd, Mead and Company in March 1953 under the title of Funerals are Fatal and in UK by the Collins Crime Club on 18 May of the same year under Christie's original title. The US edition retailed at $2.50 and the UK edition at ten shillings and sixpence (10/6).
A 1963 UK paperback issued by Fontana Books changed the title to Murder at the Gallop to tie in with the film version. The book features the author's Belgian detective Hercule Poirot, but the Murder at the Gallop film adaptation instead featured her amateur sleuth, Miss Marple.
A wealthy man dies at home. His relatives gather after his funeral for the reading of his will, during which his sister states that he was murdered. The next day, she was found murdered. Poirot is called in to solve the mystery.
Plot summary
After the funeral of the wealthy Richard Abernethie, his relatives assemble for the reading of the will at Enderby Hall. The death was not unexpected and of natural causes. Nevertheless, Mrs Cora Lansquenet, says, "It's been hushed up very nicely ... but he was murdered, wasn't he?" The family lawyer, Mr Entwhistle, begins to investigate. Mr Entwhistle relates the outline of the will to the relatives. As Richard's wife and child died before he did, his possessions are divided among his two living siblings and the widow or children of those who died before him. His brother Timothy and sister Cora Lansquenet were alive when he wrote the will. Brothers Leo and Gordon were killed in the war. Richard has a nephew and two nieces, the sum total of the next generation. He spent time with his nephew George, and his nieces Susan and Rosamund and their husbands, Leo's widow Helen, Timothy, and Cora. He split his wealth in six portions. Four received the capital directly, while two received a life income from their share of the capital. Enderby Hall was to be sold.
The Funeral (1996 film)
The Funeral is a 1996 American crime-drama film directed by Abel Ferrara and starring Christopher Walken, Chris Penn, Annabella Sciorra, Isabella Rossellini, Vincent Gallo, Benicio del Toro and Gretchen Mol.
The story concerns the funeral of one of three brothers in a family of gangsters that lived in New York in 1930s. It details the past of the brothers and their families through a series of flashbacks, concluding with a shocking scene of graphic violence.
Chris Penn won the best supporting actor award at the 1996 Venice Film Festival for his performance.
Plot
The film begins with the funeral of one of the three Tempio brothers. These men are violent criminals. Mourning the passage of their beloved brother Johnny are Chez and Ray. Ray is cold and calculating. Chez is hot tempered. Flashbacks show us that Johnny was more sensitive. Exposure to Communist meetings as a spy sway Johnny's opinions.
The chief suspect in Johnny's murder is rival gangster Gaspare Spoglia.
Ray and Chez swear revenge. Ray's wife, Jeanette, opposes the campaign of retribution and the violence it will bring, while Chez' wife, Clara, struggles to deal with her husband's obsessive nature.
Funeral (disambiguation)
A funeral is a ceremony marking a person's death.
Funeral may also refer to:
Film and TV
Music
The Funeral (Hank Williams song)
"The Funeral" is a song credited to Hank Williams with words from Will Carleton. It was released as a single under the pseudonym Luke the Drifter by MGM Records in 1950.
Background
Although credited to Williams, "The Funeral" had existed for years as a poem written by Will Carleton and recounts a black child's funeral. T. Texas Tyler, who had scored a big hit with the recitation "Deck of Cards" in 1948, had recorded a version of the song titled "Colored Child's Funeral" around the same time as Williams recorded it, as did East Coast deejay Buddy Starcher. It is one of the few Hank Williams recordings that has not aged well, as biographer Colin Escott observes:
Williams recorded the song in Nashville at Castle Studio at the first Luke the Drifter session on January 9, 1950 with Fred Rose producing. He was backed on the session by Don Helms (steel guitar), Hillous Butrum (bass), and probably Owen Bradley or Rose (organ) Guitarist Bob McNett, who attended the session, later recalled that both Williams and Don Helms had tears in their eyes after they had finished recording: "'The Funeral' really touched him. When he did it, he lost himself in it." It was released as a single in 1950 with "Beyond the Sunset as the B-side. It also appeared on the 1953 posthumous LP Hank Williams as Luke the Drifter.
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The Funeral
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(Gunshot) That's for your boss sayin' he write my raps (Gunshot)
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Stacking bread around you niggaz.
Every time you roll up, the feds around you niggaz,
I used to watch everything I said around you niggaz.
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That's twenty witnesses, twenty niggaz on the stand,
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Red and black flannel, speakers in the trunk,
With more humps then a camel,
Man, I'm sayin, I ain't playin, I'm sprayin',
Any nigga in your clique that ever yelled that shit
(Gunshot) Muh'fucker, that's for Yayo and Buck
(Gunshot) That's for Hot Rod promotional truck
(Gunshot) That's for Kanye, and beefin' with Puff
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Cos you not Big, not Nas, not Jigga,
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Your whole staff, with a badge and a glock nigga
Mid-town Manhattan, tryna stop niggas,
On the subway, chasing down shop-lifters,
All in the streets, talkin 'bout you shot niggas,
Then you went in New York Times, takin cop pictures,
I exposed you niggas and put out Stop Snitchin',
When the last time you seen 'em with some hot bitches?
See what he say when you ask him, "Where the hot bitches?"
Check the Adam's Apple, nigga them is not bitches,
You're reign on the top was shorter than the legs on a leprechaun,
Just bow down nigga, accept the Don,
Nobody wanna be a hero when the Tech is strong,
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Niggaz bust like pipes when the pressure on,
See that light flash when the desert eagle at your dome,
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Niggaz real hard body 'til they head is gone,
Here come the demons, cos they know that you dead and gone,
Some niggaz just don't get it, 'til you at the throne.
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