Mayers, Melvin Mark Anthony

Mayers, Melvin Mark Anthony
27 Feb

Melvin Mark Anthony Mayers, age 52, of 16 Gardenland, Country Road, St. Michael and formerly of Dash Valley, St. George, Son of the late Glendine Sylvia and Willis Mayers, Brother of Heather and Paulette Waterman, Michael, Tamara and Gina Mayers and Sophia Roachford, Uncle of Twanna and Jason Waterman and Corey Nurse, Nephew of Vere Mayers, Anthony, Hartley and Michael Alleyne, Lynn Estwick, Velda Greaves and Meldine Hinds, Relative of the Mayers and Alleyne families, Friend of Charles Smith Jr. and Robert McDonald

The funeral of Melvin Mark Anthony Mayers leaves St. John Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy on Wednesday, February 22nd, 2017 at 8:15 a.m. for The Chapel of Westbury Cemetery, Westbury Road, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 10:00 a.m. for the Service of Thanksgiving, followed by the interment in Westbury Cemetery.

The Chapel Organist is asked to attend.

Wreaths may be delivered to St. John Funeral Home no later than 8:00 a.m. on Wednesday.

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 Tuesday.

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    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.