Pretty much what I've been trying to figure out how to say. My condolences also, @tamwuff.
http://allpoetry.com/Funeral-BluesStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,...
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.