Burgess, Wilfred Christopher

Burgess, Wilfred Christopher
27 Feb
2017

Wilfred Christopher Burgess, age 87, of Savannah Road, Spooners Hill, St. Michael and formerly of Boscobel, St Peter, former Foreman of the Barbados Water Authority, Son of the late Ned and Adina Burgess, Lifelong Partner of the late Eline Jarvis, Beloved Father of Edward “Ketlyn” Phillips - formerly of the Barbados Water Authority, Hamilton Phillips of the U.S.A., Sherwyn “Killa” Phillips of UCAL and Ryvan Phillips of the Ministry of Transport and Works, Stepfather of Keith Jarvis, Grandfather of Sabrina Williams, Kevin and Junior Phillips and Cherise Jordan, Brother of the late Eva Jordan, Uncle of Hazel Jordan, Stephanie, Melvin, Marcia and Seibert Burgess and the late Anderson Jordan, Great Uncle of Andrea Jordan and many others, Cousin of Janet Foster and Daphne Leacock, Relative of the Edwards, Springer, Jordan and Leacock families.


The funeral of Wilfred Christopher Burgess leaves St. John Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy on Friday, March 03rd, 2017 at 1:00 p.m. for St. Philip-The-Less Anglican Church, Boscobel, St. Peter, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:00 p.m. for the Service of Thanksgiving, followed by the interment in the Churchyard.

The Organist and members of the church choir are asked to attend.


Wreaths may be delivered to St. John Funeral Home not later than 12:45 p.m. on Friday.


The body will repose for viewing in the Chapel of St. John Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Thursday.

  • Stop all the clocks
    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 crépe 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 forever: '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.