A memorial is an object which serves as a focus for memory of something, usually a person (who has died) or an event. Popular forms of memorials include landmark objects or art objects such as sculptures, statues or fountains, and even entire parks.
The most common type of memorial is the gravestone or the memorial plaque. Also common are war memorials commemorating those who have died in wars. Memorials in the form of a cross are called intending crosses.
Online memorials and tributes are becoming increasingly popular especially with the increase in natural burial where the laying of gravestones, or memorial plaques, is often not permitted.
When somebody has died, the family may request that a memorial gift (usually money) be given to a designated charity, or that a tree be planted in memory of the person.
Sometimes, when a high school student has died, the memorials are placed in the form of a scholarship, to be awarded to high-achieving students in future years.
In the Roman Rite of the Roman Catholic Church, a memorial is a lower-ranked feast day in honour of a saint, the dedication of a church, or a mystery of religion.
Celebrations of feast days are distinguished according to their importance and named either as "solemnities", or "feasts", or "memorials".
Memorials are never celebrated if they occur on a solemnity, a feast, a Sunday, Ash Wednesday, Holy Week, or the Octave of Easter.
Celebrations of solemnities and feasts are distinguished from those of memorials by, for instance, inclusion of the Gloria in excelsis in the Mass and the Te Deum in the Liturgy of the Hours.
The observance of memorials is integrated into the celebration of the occurring weekday (the "feria") in accord with the norms set forth in the General Instructions of the Roman Missal and the Liturgy of the Hours.
The General Instruction of the Roman Missal lays down that, for memorials of saints, "unless proper readings are given, the readings assigned for the weekday are normally used. In certain cases, particularised readings are provided, that is to say, readings which highlight some particular aspect of the spiritual life or activity of the Saint. The use of such readings is not to be insisted upon, unless a pastoral reason truly suggests it." The Collect proper to the memorial is used or, if this is lacking, one from an appropriate Common. As to the Prayer over the Offerings and the Prayer after Communion, unless these are proper, they may be taken either from the Common or from the weekday of the current time of the year.
Memorial is a 1956 jazz album by late trumpeter Clifford Brown. It was originally released on the Prestige label as PRLP 7055. It principally includes fast bop pieces, also arranged for a brass section. Ira Gitler, who was supervising session for Prestige label at the time, confessed he was greatly impressed by Brown: "When Brownie stood up and took his first solo on "Philly J J", I nearly fell off my seat in the control room. The power, range and brilliance together with the warmth and invention was something that I hadn't heard since Fats Navarro".
Recorded on June 11, 1953 in New York City; tracks 1, 2, 3 and 4 recorded on September 15, 1953 in Stockholm.
Distorted is the first demo album by British metal band Biomechanical, released in 2001. All four songs on the demo would appear on the band's first studio album, Eight Moons.
Distorted is the self-titled first EP released by Israeli oriental death/doom band Distorted in September 2001. Most tracks on the EP were later re-recorded for the band's debut full-length album.
Distorted is a progressive deathdoom metal band from Bat-Yam in Israel.
Distorted may also refer to:
Our fate has been sealed for life
To pace among our haters
To constantly defend our every move
To watch our back from danger
Desperation and frustration
Blurred our sight
We twine our hands with violence
We corrupt our minds with hate
Longing for guidance
That will bring us to the light...
And what is left for us but suffering?
Only names engraved
On cold stones forever
No one to follow the name
No one to hear them
Memories of the days
When we once felt no fear
The sound of laughter
We used to hear
No true joy would ever find
A place in our hearts
Nothing could bring our souls
It's warmth back
What are we asking for
To end this worthless war
For you to reach out for us
When we are calling your name
For you to comfort us
When we are losing this game
For how long we'll keep on living
In the dark
What more have you
Designed for us
We are falling one by one
Together we are dying