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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okay
i can only remember being at two no three
funerals so no biggy.
the first i was way to young for it to phase me what so ever, it was my greatGrandfather, cool guy from what i can remember.
second. okay i understand death and i felt a bit sad but i didn't even know that this woman was alive let alone how she was related to me, so after the funeral i watched "the craft"
now the last funeral i went to i did cry at and i openly admit it.
this time it was my GreatGrandmother, the first guys wife. nice old senile lady i loved her even though she could not remember who the hell i was. but at the funeral i didn't start cryingt ill my father went up to give his speach this killed me of course. i was gone before his first tear hit the ground.
what i did not need was to have to go carry the heavy ass casket. those things are bitches man. so i'm half crying have wimpering from the pain in my left arm.
all in all my sister's then boyfriend is just daft as hell. wondering how we know thing have nutriances..... the guy was a freakin chef.
( , Fri 12 May 2006, 2:10, Reply)
i can only remember being at two no three
funerals so no biggy.
the first i was way to young for it to phase me what so ever, it was my greatGrandfather, cool guy from what i can remember.
second. okay i understand death and i felt a bit sad but i didn't even know that this woman was alive let alone how she was related to me, so after the funeral i watched "the craft"
now the last funeral i went to i did cry at and i openly admit it.
this time it was my GreatGrandmother, the first guys wife. nice old senile lady i loved her even though she could not remember who the hell i was. but at the funeral i didn't start cryingt ill my father went up to give his speach this killed me of course. i was gone before his first tear hit the ground.
what i did not need was to have to go carry the heavy ass casket. those things are bitches man. so i'm half crying have wimpering from the pain in my left arm.
all in all my sister's then boyfriend is just daft as hell. wondering how we know thing have nutriances..... the guy was a freakin chef.
( , Fri 12 May 2006, 2:10, Reply)
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