Author Topic: Going to the funeral as we speak (Read 1325 times)

Wickedly Yours E · « **on:** Dec 17, 2005, 02:13:44 PM »

Everything looks nice, but I dread this day. Little else to do but go with it. Ciao later.

IDE · « **Reply #1 on:** Dec 17, 2005, 03:06:23 PM »

Sometimes funerals are a good chance to celebrate the life they lived and everyone shares experiences and it's not so horrible, there's alot of crying but some laughing too and overall it's a good experience. Hope yours goes that way.

Faye Valentine · « **Reply #2 on:** Dec 17, 2005, 03:36:01 PM »

thanks God I've never been to a funeral before.... I don't know what I would do :-/
When my grandfather died I was here. My sister went to his funeral and she was crying all the time, imagine how would I have been :'(

Wickedly Yours E · « **Reply #3 on:** Dec 17, 2005, 08:50:53 PM »

It was all right. The only melodrama was Grandma, but to be expected considering the circumstances.
My cousin did a nice job of putting together pictures, and their was a lot of people there we didn't know. I wanted to strangle the priest and I don't know why...wait yes I do. Something irked me about him speaking about God and resurrection. Maybe cause it was my Grandpa's funeral and I'm fairly certain he placed little stock in religion. Hell, the entire occasion would've been too fancy for him. The things he said about God and Resurrection? I don't know, its just....the thought of "What place does GOD have right now? We're here to celebrate Grandpa and his life. Fuck God." ran through my head.
My father, grandpa's son, had prepared some stuff to say but...he couldn't do it. Too emotional, he broke down when he asked if my Li'l brother could read it. Li'l Bro's had experience speaking in public. So the Li'l bro went up, said what was on the paper and almost broke down. I went up, said some piece I'll post tomorrow, did a pretty good job holding it together, then...I think because Russ and I went up, Darryl went up and basically said shit nothing...but I give him an A for Effort.
Some other people spoke as well...Then we all went to this Chinese Buffet and I came this close to jumping a black chick. We're sitting at the table, and this chick and two others are behind us. Keep in mind they were at the funeral, and I catch a snippet of conversation.
"Those three boys up there disrespectin' him. I ain't playing"....If I had been more certain that she was referring to US, I would've beaten her wrinkly ass without hesitation.

IDE · « **Reply #4 on:** Dec 17, 2005, 09:14:14 PM »

What was some random bitch doing at your grandfather's funeral? Sounds like she needed a face full of lo mein.

"Disrespect? No, this is disrespect!"
*Dish of noodles to the dome*

Chopper Face 69 · « **Reply #5 on:** Dec 18, 2005, 10:35:28 AM »

Funerals are pretty much the most unnatural experience any person can go through. No one there is comfortable. No one there knows how to act and ignores the fact that no one else there really cares sicne they don't know how to react either.

The D · « **Reply #6 on:** Dec 19, 2005, 10:38:01 AM »

Well, you could handle the woman. Be glad Phelps and his posse didn't show up, although if you kicked his ass and it showed up on TV, I'd root for you.

Rodent of Unusual Size · « **Reply #7 on:** Dec 19, 2005, 10:54:55 AM »

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I wanted to strangle the priest and I don't know why...wait yes I do. Something irked me about him speaking about God and resurrection. Maybe cause it was my Grandpa's funeral and I'm fairly certain he placed little stock in religion. Hell, the entire occasion would've been too fancy for him. The things he said about God and Resurrection? I don't know, its just....the thought of "What place does GOD have right now? We're here to celebrate Grandpa and his life. Fuck God." ran through my head.

Far be it from me to kick you while you're down, but what the hell did you think he was going to talk about? He's a priest, for God's sake. If Grandpa wasn't particularly religious and the family wasn't partial to it, the padre shouldn't have been asked to speak.

But then, funerals are for the survivors, not the departed. Hearing of a hope beyond this life may be exactly what your Grandma needed to hear.

B E C K · « **Reply #8 on:** Dec 19, 2005, 10:30:19 PM »

I remember my Grandpa's funeral. Well some of it. The sermon stuff I pretty much tune out from the get-go. Since I hardly saw him to begin with, it's kinda like he's still alive and I just haven't seen him in a really, really long time.