Max Ivan Binger

9 June 1952 - 18 July 2023

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Min elskede mand vores kære far, svigerfar, farfar & morfar Max Ivan Binger * 9. juni 1952 ✝† 18. juli 2023 I hjertet gemt, men aldrig glemt Karin Johnny, Marianne, Thomas, Henrik svigerbørn & børnebørn Begravelsen finder sted i Vilslev Kirke tirsdag den 25. juli kl. 13.00

Min elskede mand vores kære far, svigerfar, farfar & morfar Max Ivan Binger * 9. juni 1952 ✝ 18. juli 2023 I hjertet gemt, men aldrig glemt Karin Johnny, Marianne, Thomas, Henrik svigerbørn & børnebørn Begravelsen finder sted i Vilslev Kirke tirsdag den 25. juli kl. 13.00

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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. W. H. Auden

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