Twofingerlou
Tele-Holic
At my father’s funeral, all five sons spoke and hilarity ensued. My wife and I sang Far Side Bank of Jordan. The chapel was packed with 300-400 people.
My father was 94 when he died, so there was not the kind of grief that accompanies the death of a young person who has died unexpectedly. He was well-respected in his little town and many people enjoyed his sense of humor, which was generally dry and never at anyone’s expense. I believe the family and the “mourners” were treated to the most lighthearted funeral that they are likely to attend.
In contrast, I attended the funeral of my wife’s brother last week. He died at 86. The funeral service consisted of a priest reading and expounding on some scripture about man’s sinful nature, followed by ten minutes of silence, during which I expected somebody to speak or make music, then dismissal. It was no fun.
I’m glad hilarity ensued but the last thing grandma would want me to do would be sing haha. This is a small town thing but she knew soooo many people from her career she retired from. Her baking hobbies she would dish out ect. I’d bet money it might be a hell of a turnout.