Greetings

Donation

In memory of David Michael Bjerring-Taylor.
Sender mange varme tanker til dig Hanne og den øvrige familie Hilsen Martin og Else

DKK 100 to Hjerteforeningen

Else Døssing Østergaard

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2

3mos

Finn Høj Jensen

1962 - 2026

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1

3mos

Gunner John Nordentoft

1951 - 2026

Hvil i fred, Gunner

Tony

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3mos

John Nielsen

1944 - 2026

R.I.P. John

Tony

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2

3mos

Lone Kristensen

1954 - 2026

Hvil i fred

Tony

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3mos

Donation

In memory of Poul Erik Andersbo.
Tak for gode minder. Elsebeth og Oluf

DKK 200 to Kræftens Bekæmpelse

Oluf Christensen

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1

3mos

Per Lange

1942 - 2024

Er I min familie?

Randi Rønn Lange født i Fredericia

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3mos

David Michael Bjerring-Taylor

1966 - 2026

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2

3mos

Peter Meinert Petersen

1970 - 2026

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8

3mos

Peter Dalgaard Pedersen

1979 - 2026

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4

3mos

Gregers Dirckinck-Holmfeld

1932 - 2026

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1

3mos

Silas Schmidt Madsen

2010 - 2026

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1

3mos

Per Thyregod Rasmussen

1979 - 2026

Du er betød så meget

Tove

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1

3mos

Peter Meinert Petersen

1970 - 2026

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7

3mos

Poul Skak Petersen

1959 - 2026

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3mos

John Holm

1961 - 2024

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3mos

Juan Carlos Juhl

1979 - 2017

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3mos

Kate Midtgaard Ravn

1983 - 2010

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3mos

Sabine Jespersen Ravn

2005 - 2024

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1

3mos

Daniel Hvid Eldrup

2005 - 2016

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1

3mos

Helene Winther

1934 - 2026

En sista hälsning och tack för alla fina minnen.

Inger Paulsen

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3mos

Donation

In memory of John Bilstrup.
Hvil i fred, John 🌹

DKK 1,000 to Diabetesforeningen

Hummerne og fruer

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2

3mos

David Michael Bjerring-Taylor

1966 - 2026

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 for ever: 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 wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Hanne

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3mos

Gregers Dirckinck-Holmfeld

1932 - 2026

Mogens

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