<h3>Irish Association of Funeral Directors (IAFD)</h3><figure class="image"><img src="https://img-dedicated.rip.ie/IAFD_logo_3_040353d2bf37b290dfb50635454802c53990f577f454a4fe.png" /></figure>The Irish Association of Funeral Directors (IAFD) was established in 1979 to promote excellence in funeral directing and foster cooperation among its members. Today, IAFD members conduct approximately 80% of funerals across the island of Ireland.The Association is regularly consulted by government bodies, local authorities, media, interest groups and the public on matters relating to funerals and bereavement.<h3>Commitment to Quality Standards</h3>All IAFD members must adhere to a Code of Practice and the IAFD Quality Standard, which is aligned with the European Standard for Funeral Services. Members are independently audited to ensure compliance.When choosing a funeral director, RIP.ie recommends selecting an IAFD member in your area to ensure professional, compassionate service.<h3>Find an IAFD Member</h3>You can search for your local IAFD member using the official directory:🔗<a href="https://www.iafd.ie/members"> Find your local IAFD member</a><h2>Contact the IAFD</h2><ul><li>Email: enquiries@iafd.ie</li><li>Telephone: +353 (0) 818 935000</li><li>Website: <a href="https://www.iafd.ie/">www.iafd.ie</a></li></ul>

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Irish Association of Funeral Directors (IAFD) – Supporting Standards in Funeral Care

<h3>Publish a Death Notice</h3>To publish a death notice on RIP.ie, simply ask your funeral director to do so. This is a free service for bereaved families, and all funeral directors in Ireland have secure access to RIP.ie for publishing notices related to funerals they are undertaking.<h2>Funerals Abroad</h2>If the funeral is taking place outside Ireland, the family can contact RIP.ie directly. We will liaise with the funeral director abroad to verify the details and arrange publication.<h3>Notices Must Be Submitted by Funeral Directors</h3>Due to the sensitive nature of the information published on RIP.ie:<ul><li>We cannot accept notices directly from the public</li><li>We cannot make changes to a notice once published—only the funeral director who submitted it can request edits</li></ul>The only way to guarantee that a notice appears on RIP.ie is for the funeral director to publish it.<h3>Searching Death Notices</h3>All notices published on RIP.ie are archived and searchable. You can find a notice by entering:<ul><li>Surname</li><li>County</li><li>Town</li><li>Date range</li></ul>Our archive dates back to July 2006, and the only information available is what is published on the site.

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How to Publish a Death Notice on RIP.ie

<h3>Funeral Mass &amp; Service Readings &amp; Formats</h3>A collection of readings and formats—both religious and non-religious—commonly used in funeral services to honour and remember loved ones.Please ensure that any readings, quotes or extracts used are properly attributed to their original authors.<h3>The Funeral Mass</h3>You can access a comprehensive Funeral Mass Template, courtesy of Fr. Pat Rogers CP, Mount Argus Church, Dublin. This printable resource includes suggested readings, hymns, and service structure.<a href="Explore religious and non-religious funeral service formats, including Catholic, Church of Ireland, and Humanist ceremonies. Access templates, readings, and guidance for planning a meaningful farewell.">Click here</a> to view the Funeral Mass Template With thanks to Fr. Pat Rogers CP for his generous contribution.<h2>Church of Ireland Funeral Service</h2>Church of Ireland funerals follow the Book of Common Prayer (2004). The most commonly used format is Funeral Service 2, which includes the full service structure and additional options.<a href="https://img-dedicated.rip.ie/Funeral_Service_CoI_e2dd45694e2df7e6148253f2eaac29ff8bce75b7b2e24da1.pdf">Click here </a>to view Funeral Service 2 Source: Church of Ireland websiteAt a Church of Ireland funeral:<ul><li>Attendees usually receive a copy of the prayerbook with the generic service.</li><li>A personalised funeral booklet (optional) may include hymn lyrics and reading details.</li><li>Services typically feature 3–4 hymns, sung by the congregation and choir.</li><li>The service often concludes with the Nunc Dimittis.</li></ul>With thanks to Brigitte Nelson, Co-Editor of the Dundalk Group of Parishes Newsletter, for her insights.<h2>Humanist Funeral Service</h2>Humanist funerals are individually composed in consultation with the family and offer a non-religious alternative focused on personal values and memories.Visit<a href="https://www.humanism.ie/"> Humanism.ie</a> for more information<ul><li>Celebrants work closely with families to create a meaningful ceremony.</li><li>Contact details for celebrants are available on the Humanist Association of Ireland website.</li><li>All enquiries are handled with sensitivity and care.</li></ul>With thanks to Brian Whiteside, Director of Ceremonies – Humanist Association of Ireland.

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Funeral Mass and Service Readings – Formats and Resources

<h3>Poems &amp; Verse</h3>A collection of poems and verses, popular in remembering loved ones.Whether you're planning a funeral, writing a tribute, or simply seeking comfort, poetry can offer a powerful way to express grief, love and remembrance. These verses have been chosen for their emotional resonance and their ability to speak to the heart during times of loss.Please ensure that you comply with all relevant copyright restrictions when sharing or reproducing any poem.<figure class="table"><table style="border-color:inherit;border-width:0px"><tbody><tr><td>A song of livingBecause I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die. I have sent up my gladness on wings, to be lost in the blue of the sky. I have run and leaped with the rain, I have taken the wind to my breast. My cheeks like a drowsy child to the face of the earth I have pressed. Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.I have kissed young love on the lips, I have heard his song to the end, I have struck my hand like a seal in the loyal hand of a friend. I have known the peace of heaven, the comfort of work done well. I have longed for death in the darkness and risen alive out of hell. Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.I gave a share of my soul to the world, when and where my course is run. I know that another shall finish the task I surely must leave undone. I know that no flower, nor flint was in vain on the path I trod. As one looks on a face through a window, through life I have looked on God, Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.Amelia Josephine Burr</td></tr><tr><td>But not forgottenI think, no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not soon forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head, Nor all the tremulous things I said. You still will see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You'll hold me in your memory And keep my image, there without me, By telling later loves about me.Dorothy Parker</td></tr><tr><td>Death is nothing at allDeath is nothing at all I have only slipped away to the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other That, we still areCall me by my old familiar name Speak to me in the easy way which you always used Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrowLaugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was Let it be spoken without effect Without the trace of a shadow on itLife means all that it ever meant It is the same that it ever was There is absolute unbroken continuity Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?I am but waiting for you For an interval Somewhere. Very near Just around the cornerAll is well.Henry Scott Holland</td></tr><tr><td>Do not stand at my grave and weepDo not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow.I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush.Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room.I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die.Mary Frye</td></tr><tr><td>FarewellFarewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; And they shall cheer and comfort me.O, beautiful, and full of grace! If thou hadst never met mine eye, I had not dreamed a living face Could fancied charms so far outvie.If I may ne’er behold again That form and face so dear to me, Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain Preserve, for aye, their memory.That voice, the magic of whose tone Can wake an echo in my breast, Creating feelings that, alone, Can make my tranced spirit blest.That laughing eye, whose sunny beam My memory would not cherish less; - And oh, that smile! whose joyous gleam Nor mortal language can express.Adieu, but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart.And who can tell but Heaven, at last, May answer all my thousand prayers, And bid the future pay the past With joy for anguish, smiles for tears?Anne Bronte</td></tr><tr><td>Farewell my FriendIt was beautiful as long as it lasted The journey of my life. I have no regrets whatsoever save the pain I’ll leave behind.Those dear hearts who love and care. And the strings pulling at the heart and soul. The strong arms that held me up When my own strength let me down.At every turning of my life I came across good friends, Friends who stood by me, Even when the time raced me by.Farewell, farewell my friends I smile and bid you goodbye.No, shed no tears for I need them not All I need is your smile.If you feel sad do think of me for that’s what I’ll like when you live in the hearts of those you love, remember then you never die.Rabindranath Tagore</td></tr><tr><td>Footprints in the SandOne night I had a dream I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord, and Across the sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; One belonged to me, and the other to the Lord. When the last scene of my life flashed before us, I looked back at the footprints in the sand. I noticed that many times along the path of my life, There was only one set of footprints. I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in my life This really bothered me, and I questioned the Lord about it. “Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, You would walk with me all the way; But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, There is only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why in times when I needed you the most, you should leave me. The Lord replied, “My precious, precious child. I love you, and I would never, never leave you during your times of trial and suffering. When you saw only one set of footprints, It was then that I carried you.”Anon</td></tr><tr><td>Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good.W.H. Auden</td></tr><tr><td>His journey’s just begunDon’t think of him as gone away– his journey’s just begun life holds so many facets this earth is only one.Just think of him as resting from the sorrows and the tears in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years.Think how he must be wishing that we could know today how nothing but our sadness can really pass away.And think of him as living in the hearts of those he touched… for nothing loved is ever lost– and he was loved so much.Ellen Brenneman</td></tr><tr><td>I Measure Every Grief I MeetI measure every grief I meet With analytic eyes; I wonder if it weighs like mine, Or has an easier size.I wonder if they bore it long, Or did it just begin? I could not tell the date of mine, It feels so old a pain.I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.I wonder if when years have piled-- Some thousands--on the cause Of early hurt, if such a lapse Could give them any pause;Or would they go on aching still Through centuries above, Enlightened to a larger pain By contrast with the love.Emily Dickinson </td></tr><tr><td>In Heavenly Love Abiding In Heavenly love abiding, no change my heart shall fear And safe in such confiding, for nothing changes here The storm may roar without me, my heart may low be laid But God is round about me...and can I be dismayed? Whever He may guide me, no want shall turn me back My Shepherd is beside me and nothing can I lack His wisdom ever walking, His sight is never dim He knows the way He's talking, and I will walk with Him Green pastures are before me, which yet I have not seen Bright skies will soon be over me, where darkest clouds have been My hope I cannot measure, my path to life is free My Saviour has my treasure, and He will walk with me. Anna Laetita Waring</td></tr><tr><td>I fall asleep in the full and certain hopeI fall asleep in the full and certain hope That my slumber shall not be broken; And that though I be all-forgetting, Yet shall I not be all-forgotten, But continue that life in the thoughts and deeds Of those I loved.Samuel Butler</td></tr><tr><td>The Pillar Of Cloud Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark and I am far from home Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet, I do not ask to see The distant scene, one step enough for me I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that Thou Shouldst lead me on I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears Pride rulled my will, remember not past years So long Thy power hath blest me, sue it still Will lead me on, O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone And with the morn those Angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. John Henry Newman </td></tr><tr><td>The dead they sleepThe dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep.Samuel Hoffenstein</td></tr><tr><td>Time will ease the HurtThe sadness of the present days is locked and set in time, and moving to the future is a slow and painful climb.But all the feelings that are now so vivid and so real can’t hold their fresh intensity as time begins to heal.No wound so deep will ever go entirely away yet every hurt becomes a little less from day to day.Nothing can erase the painful imprints on your mind but there are softer memories that time will let you find.Though your heart won’t let the sadness simply slide away the echoes will diminish even though the memories stayAnon</td></tr><tr><td>  What is dying?I am standing upon that foreshore, a ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, “there! she’s gone!”“Gone where?” “Gone from my sight, that’s all”, she is just as large in mast and spar and hull as ever she was when she left my side; just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her.And just at that moment when someone at my side says, “there! she’s gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “here she comes!”And that is dying.Bishop Brent</td></tr><tr><td>When a man knows God"When a man knows God, he is free: his sorrows have an end, and birth and death are no more. When in inner union he is beyond the world of the body, then the third world, the world of the Spirit, is found, where the power of the All is, and man has all: for he is one with the ONE."Svetasvatara Upanishad </td></tr><tr><td>When I am Dead, My Dearest  When I am dead, my dearest,  Sing no sad songs for me;  Plant thou no roses at my head,  Nor shady cypress tree:  Be the green grass above me  With showers and dewdrops wet;  And if thou wilt, remember,  And if thou wilt, forget.  I shall not see the shadows,  I shall not feel the rain;  I shall not hear the nightingale  Sing on, as if in pain:  And dreaming through the twilight  That doth not rise nor set,  Haply I may remember,  And haply may forget. Christina Georgina Rossetti </td></tr><tr><td>When I dieWhen my coffin is being taken out you must never think I am missing this worldDon't shed any tears Don't lament or Feel sorry I'm not falling Into a monster's abyssWhen you see My corpse is being carried Don't cry for my leaving I'm not leaving I'm arriving at eternal loveWhen you leave me In the grave Don't say goodbye Remember a grave is Only a curtain For the paradise behindYou'll only see me Descending into a grave Now watch me rise How can there be an end When the sun sets or The moon goes downIt looks like the end It seems like a sunset But in reality it is a dawn When the grave locks you up That is when your soul is freedHave you ever seen A seed fallen to earth Not rise with a new life Why should you doubt the rise Of a seed named humanHave you ever seen A bucket lowered into a well Coming back empty Why lament for a soul When it can come back Like Joseph from the wellWhen for the last time You close your mouth Your words and soul Will belong to the world of No place no time Rumi, ghazal number 911, translated by Nader Khalili</td></tr></tbody></table></figure>

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Poems and Verses for Remembering Loved Ones – RIP.ie

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