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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Dad had just died otherwise we wouldn't be burying him...
... a good man, true and just. An aunty I had never met took me to one side and expressed her sorrow followed by "your uncle died of bowel cancer too, so did your Grandad. I think it got his brother too. Anyway, I thought the service was very touching." To which I replied "yes, it was. If it's my turn next you can come to mine if you like."
Didn't hear from Aunty Death again, which is at once a good thing and an ominous portent.
Another uncle turned up at the service. I hadn't seen him since I was eight years old. No questions needed to be asked... he had obviously spent the 22 year absence growing the biggest comb-over since Gene Wilder put Baby Bio on his head to encourage growth. Uncle Ron then sat directly in front of me... and sang 'Lord of the Dance' with Blessed-worthy LOUDNESS just so Dad could hear him way up there in heaven. My dear-departed Dad may also have heard a much-needed fit of giggles from his son and, I'd like to think, smiled a fond smile.
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 14:24, Reply)
... a good man, true and just. An aunty I had never met took me to one side and expressed her sorrow followed by "your uncle died of bowel cancer too, so did your Grandad. I think it got his brother too. Anyway, I thought the service was very touching." To which I replied "yes, it was. If it's my turn next you can come to mine if you like."
Didn't hear from Aunty Death again, which is at once a good thing and an ominous portent.
Another uncle turned up at the service. I hadn't seen him since I was eight years old. No questions needed to be asked... he had obviously spent the 22 year absence growing the biggest comb-over since Gene Wilder put Baby Bio on his head to encourage growth. Uncle Ron then sat directly in front of me... and sang 'Lord of the Dance' with Blessed-worthy LOUDNESS just so Dad could hear him way up there in heaven. My dear-departed Dad may also have heard a much-needed fit of giggles from his son and, I'd like to think, smiled a fond smile.
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 14:24, Reply)
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