
Originally Posted by
Krusti
Funerals are one of those things that leave me a little dumbfounded. Yes they do serve a purpose I suppose for those left behind. Helps with the grieving process etc but otherwise really a waste of time.
Think about if you could look down on your own funeral and see who turns up. Yes your close friends and family would be there but why do all those people who couldn't be bothered to make the effort to see and spend time with some one when they are alive all of a sudden decide they can drive half way across the country to attend your funeral. Then they all start spouting off about what a great person you were but never felt the need to say it to your face when you were alive.
I really noticed this when my mother died of cancer. She was a person who would go out of her way to help all and sundry. People could not drive the 40km to see her when she was really ill because it was either too far or they could not spare the time, but hey they all turned up at her funeral!
Yes this sounds soppy but I would much rather that we took a little time out and told those around us how special they are while they are still alive.
As far as my own funeral, friends and family and play "Pink Floyd, Great gig in the sky." (not sure if that is exact title)
In the end funerals are only there to help those left behind feel a little better.
My belief is that while my funeral is going on I will be in desperate negotiations with God trying to justify where I should go next. Not sure if my CV is good enough though!
Described perfectly - even to the song. I thought I would like to write my own eulogy. My family don't know me - don't have anything to do with me but you bet your sweet arse they'd get over the ditch for my funeral.
I want a yellow casket with yellow flowers and maybe some red or purple in it. My helmet and gloves have to be on the top of casket. And I want a bike escort. Then nuke me and scatter my ashes from a bike going at a great rate of knots! Being forced up catholic we were professional funeral goers. I will never forget my first maori tangi - and they started filling in the grave themselves! Holy shit I thought - now I think it's a great idea.
Man funerals can bring out the worse in people.
I will never ever forget the prick that arranged his mother's funeral, date, time - everything and she had'nt even died - I had been nursing her and stayed right to the end day and nit - docs said she would die Thurs - she died monday nite - son told mum on the sat all the times etc - - he had to change it. He would not go and visit her near the end she would ask for him - and the two ugly sisters from ausi - my friend wasn't even cold and they were ransacking the house.
Went to alot or irish wakes when I was young - they were educational - and at times alot of fun.
Actions speak louder than words or good intentions
He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up. - Paul Keating
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