Hilsner

Donation

Til minde om David Michael Bjerring-Taylor
Sender mange varme tanker til dig Hanne og den øvrige familie Hilsen Martin og Else

100 kr. til Hjerteforeningen

Else Døssing Østergaard

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2

3 mdr.

Finn Høj Jensen

1962 - 2026

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1

3 mdr.

Gunner John Nordentoft

1951 - 2026

Hvil i fred, Gunner

Tony

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3 mdr.

John Nielsen

1944 - 2026

R.I.P. John

Tony

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2

3 mdr.

Lone Kristensen

1954 - 2026

Hvil i fred

Tony

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3 mdr.

Donation

Til minde om Poul Erik Andersbo
Tak for gode minder. Elsebeth og Oluf

200 kr. til Kræftens Bekæmpelse

Oluf Christensen

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1

3 mdr.

Per Lange

1942 - 2024

Er I min familie?

Randi Rønn Lange født i Fredericia

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3 mdr.

David Michael Bjerring-Taylor

1966 - 2026

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2

3 mdr.

Peter Meinert Petersen

1970 - 2026

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8

3 mdr.

Peter Dalgaard Pedersen

1979 - 2026

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4

3 mdr.

Gregers Dirckinck-Holmfeld

1932 - 2026

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1

3 mdr.

Silas Schmidt Madsen

2010 - 2026

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1

3 mdr.

Per Thyregod Rasmussen

1979 - 2026

Du er betød så meget

Tove

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1

3 mdr.

Peter Meinert Petersen

1970 - 2026

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7

3 mdr.

Poul Skak Petersen

1959 - 2026

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3 mdr.

John Holm

1961 - 2024

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3 mdr.

Juan Carlos Juhl

1979 - 2017

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3 mdr.

Kate Midtgaard Ravn

1983 - 2010

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3 mdr.

Sabine Jespersen Ravn

2005 - 2024

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1

3 mdr.

Daniel Hvid Eldrup

2005 - 2016

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1

3 mdr.

Helene Winther

1934 - 2026

En sista hälsning och tack för alla fina minnen.

Inger Paulsen

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3 mdr.

Donation

Til minde om John Bilstrup
Hvil i fred, John 🌹

1.000 kr. til Diabetesforeningen

Hummerne og fruer

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2

3 mdr.

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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12

3 mdr.

Gregers Dirckinck-Holmfeld

1932 - 2026

Mogens

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3 mdr.