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Post by Kobolos on Dec 23, 2003 8:54:08 GMT -5
Funeral Etiquette is a strange thing, when my grandfather died I arrived to find out I was a pallbearer, the others consisted of my male cousins and my female cousin's husbands. It had been arranged that all of the pallbearers would wear white shirts and black slacks...but no one advised me of this. So in typical Kobo fashion, I wear a black shirt and my aunts sneer throughout the funeral at my lack of respect. My grandmother later told them my grandfather would not have known me if I had wore white. Everyone handles grief differently, and remember, funerals are mainly for the living, the dead have other priorities. And if you think an open casket is weird, try sitting up with the dead overnight. My mother hates cats ever since she was a little girl and Lady McGee had her overnight wake at her house, her 20 cats which were locked up escaped and started gnawing on her. True story that. if you are interested in the "proper ettiquette" Check this page out: www.turnerporter.ca/etiquet.htm
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Post by trish on Jan 7, 2004 21:40:15 GMT -5
I suppose I am just going to tell you about the last funeral I went to...
It was my grandmother's. I was in fifth grade, and we all knew her death was coming, she was in a nursing home in her last year, and we visited her everyday after school. I dreaded going sooo much. I remember my sister and I usually just murmured a quick hullo and fled to the snack room. It smelled like death there in the nursing home, and we absolutely hated it.
The strange thing is, I never got sad after she died. Never. I kept waiting for the grief to hit, but it never did. Its been a good four years or so, too. At her funeral, I went up to her body (it was an open casket, obviously) and she looked exactly as she did when she was alive. Good embalming job, I suppose. My mom told me to hug her, but I couldn't. I didn't cry at her funeral, though it was quite unnerving to see all my relatives sobbing like that. I then went into the coffee room at the funeral place while my mom socialised, and drank 12 cups of coffee. Then we rode in a limo to her burial. I thought that was cool (the limo), but then I thought that I must be cold hearted for thinking that it was cool.
I remember that I had to pee really bad,but thought it would be disrespectful to go pee. I don't know why I thought that, I just did. Like I shouldn't be thinking of my own bodily needs when my grandmother no longer had any.
That was the only funeral I remember going to, I think. Its awful, isn't it?
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Post by Tay Sachs on Jan 8, 2004 14:37:02 GMT -5
Strange thing, not crying. My unlce was in a nursing home for a long time before he died, and the funeral was actaully at the nursing home...I never cried, because I guess, I had known what was coming and in a way I was happy for him, and happy he no longer was suffering. Sounds odd, hmm? We had Kenny Roger's cater the funeral and an old woman kept snatching food off my plate. A surreal experience, to say the least.
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Post by Amphagorey on Jan 8, 2004 15:54:33 GMT -5
When my grandpa died, we had to go to the funeral home, and see him in his coffin. He was such an energenic personality, it was so unearthing to see him so still and pale. The people who did his makeup added to much lip gloss, and he looked really strange. We asked them to take it off, and that was probably the only funny moment withen my whole week. I think, you have to do what you feel like doing in the mourning preocess, as long as you don't compleatly disturb other people.
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Post by Charles Vane on Jan 8, 2004 19:13:32 GMT -5
When I found out my grandpa died I couldn't cry because my parents were watching me to see how I would react so I just felt weird and hugged my mom, they thought I was crying and were pleased that I could handle grief normally. When I got to school it hit me that he died and it just felt weird, ironicaly I was supposed to serve at my first funeral but I got out of it.
I thought my grandpa look pretty good, I mean he looked different but he died in fire so considering that he looked really good you couldn't even tell how he died.
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