George Langton was a life long Rag & Bone man, a man who dealt with scrap. Think of tv's Steptoe and Son and what they did for a living, then you've got a good idea.
A hardy man who could look after himself and he had many many friends. He had a love of bicycles and would occasionally be seen riding one here, there and everywhere! When it came to drink, he was very fond of Guinness stout.
Only up until recently before his death, he had a stall in Brick Lane, London where he sold his wears.
His funeral was held in Manor Park Cemetry, London UK. He was buried.
His order of service had a loving tribute to him;
"Miss me but let me go".
When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom filled room. Why cry for a soul that has been set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long and not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love we once shared
Miss me but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take and each must go alone,
It's all a part of the master's plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go find a friend we know and bury your sorrows in
good memories of me.
Miss me, but let me go.
I was reliably told by one of his friends that attended his funeral that a bicycle was adorned his coffin. He was buried with his hat.
Goodbye George, but certainly not forgotten.
A hardy man who could look after himself and he had many many friends. He had a love of bicycles and would occasionally be seen riding one here, there and everywhere! When it came to drink, he was very fond of Guinness stout.
Only up until recently before his death, he had a stall in Brick Lane, London where he sold his wears.
His funeral was held in Manor Park Cemetry, London UK. He was buried.
His order of service had a loving tribute to him;
"Miss me but let me go".
When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom filled room. Why cry for a soul that has been set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long and not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love we once shared
Miss me but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take and each must go alone,
It's all a part of the master's plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go find a friend we know and bury your sorrows in
good memories of me.
Miss me, but let me go.
I was reliably told by one of his friends that attended his funeral that a bicycle was adorned his coffin. He was buried with his hat.
Goodbye George, but certainly not forgotten.
George Langton was a life long Rag & Bone man, a man who dealt with scrap. Think of tv's Steptoe and Son and what they did for a living, then you've got a good idea.
A hardy man who could look after himself and he had many many friends. He had a love of bicycles and would occasionally be seen riding one here, there and everywhere! When it came to drink, he was very fond of Guinness stout.
Only up until recently before his death, he had a stall in Brick Lane, London where he sold his wears.
His funeral was held in Manor Park Cemetry, London UK. He was buried.
His order of service had a loving tribute to him;
"Miss me but let me go".
When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom filled room. Why cry for a soul that has been set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long and not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love we once shared
Miss me but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take and each must go alone,
It's all a part of the master's plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go find a friend we know and bury your sorrows in
good memories of me.
Miss me, but let me go.
I was reliably told by one of his friends that attended his funeral that a bicycle was adorned his coffin. He was buried with his hat.
Goodbye George, but certainly not forgotten.
A hardy man who could look after himself and he had many many friends. He had a love of bicycles and would occasionally be seen riding one here, there and everywhere! When it came to drink, he was very fond of Guinness stout.
Only up until recently before his death, he had a stall in Brick Lane, London where he sold his wears.
His funeral was held in Manor Park Cemetry, London UK. He was buried.
His order of service had a loving tribute to him;
"Miss me but let me go".
When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom filled room. Why cry for a soul that has been set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long and not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love we once shared
Miss me but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take and each must go alone,
It's all a part of the master's plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go find a friend we know and bury your sorrows in
good memories of me.
Miss me, but let me go.
I was reliably told by one of his friends that attended his funeral that a bicycle was adorned his coffin. He was buried with his hat.
Goodbye George, but certainly not forgotten.
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