Putting the Fun in Funeral
Some deaths come suddenly or too soon and can really hit hard, others seem to be a blessed relief. Similarly, some funerals can be deeply upsetting and sad, others can make you want to hug the world.
Mmm, don't want to bring you down or anything, but tell us your funeral stories...
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 9:31)
Some deaths come suddenly or too soon and can really hit hard, others seem to be a blessed relief. Similarly, some funerals can be deeply upsetting and sad, others can make you want to hug the world.
Mmm, don't want to bring you down or anything, but tell us your funeral stories...
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 9:31)
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Mad Monks and drunk Nuns
I used to be an Altar Server (ever since the first day the Catholic Church allowed girls to become Altar Servers), so I have seen a fair few funerals in my time.
The best one, was at a former Abbey, and was the funeral of a Priest. I was in my usual role as an Altar Server, in fact the only one. The other people on the Altar were the Priest, and a Monk. He was a bit crazy. There was also a disabled woman sitting at the front of the church, who somehow ended up with 4 of the same hymn book.
The Monk, being a bit crazy, and having posession of the incense swinger, noticed it wasn't smoking enough. He took me outside, and proceeded to swing this thing round, and round above his head. It started smoking. In fact, it was smoking so much the entire Altar area almost disappeared in smoke.
After the actual funeral was over, we were all going into the Abbey for food and booze, when my Mother noticed a particularly old Nun rushing past, looking a little distressed. My Mother stopped her to ask if she was okay.
Her response?
"Oh yes, I'm just here for the Sherry!"
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 14:02, Reply)
I used to be an Altar Server (ever since the first day the Catholic Church allowed girls to become Altar Servers), so I have seen a fair few funerals in my time.
The best one, was at a former Abbey, and was the funeral of a Priest. I was in my usual role as an Altar Server, in fact the only one. The other people on the Altar were the Priest, and a Monk. He was a bit crazy. There was also a disabled woman sitting at the front of the church, who somehow ended up with 4 of the same hymn book.
The Monk, being a bit crazy, and having posession of the incense swinger, noticed it wasn't smoking enough. He took me outside, and proceeded to swing this thing round, and round above his head. It started smoking. In fact, it was smoking so much the entire Altar area almost disappeared in smoke.
After the actual funeral was over, we were all going into the Abbey for food and booze, when my Mother noticed a particularly old Nun rushing past, looking a little distressed. My Mother stopped her to ask if she was okay.
Her response?
"Oh yes, I'm just here for the Sherry!"
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 14:02, Reply)
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