Can I tell you something?
Funerals are weird. I’ve been to my fair share and the ones that truly celebrate a life well lived are nice albeit sad, but the lugubrious affairs that feel like a funeral are boring at best and at worst make you wish you were the one in the casket. No disrespect to the dead, but punch and cookies in the anteroom following an hour and a half in the chapel listening to bromides which extol someone’s virtues without mentioning any of the bad shit ain’t gonna make me any sadder about losing them. And don’t get me started on priests, pastors, or funeral directors who didn’t know the deceased from Adam and despite their practiced, pained delivery still manage to mispronounce the name. The fact of the matter is that if I loved you, I’m already busy grieving on my own and organized grieving isn’t going to help.