Many of us fear our own death and many of us have seen funerals. Neither of these prepares us for death, or what to expect next. Death need not be the alpha and omega. We can look at funerals as a way to celebrate someone that had died. An African-American funeral called it coming home and home went joining God. These poems reflect on what it means to die and go to our Creator. We can die anticipating something amazing. These poems are intended to provide ease and exception. If death is a journey, then these poems explores that journey to discover there is more than one way to die. The person left behind must deal with their own reaction to someone that has died. Going to a funeral tends to make us evaluate our own life, and our own eventual journey.