At my funeral, I want them to look down and say, ‘Look! He’s moving!’
An opportunity to “pray always” for the survivors, and for those of us (mainly Catholic and Orthodox) who believe in the purgation of souls with minor sins to be cleansed by fire, prayers for the deceased.
I have a feeling the word “dibs!” is going to be said a lot at my funeral.
Amen.
At my funeral I don’t want anybody to say, “who gets the guitars?”
bfl
“I don’t think he’s ever looked that good”
All can do whatever they want at my funeral, just please attend.
And since I don't want to do anything wrong at your funeral, how 'bout I just don't attend.
Consider a Catholic requiem Mass.
The focus is on Jesus Christ.
I guarantee he'd rather be alive and taking out the trash.
Good post. Thanks.
Recalls comments made at the funeral of Antonin Scalia, by his son, a priest.
“We are gathered here because of one man..” and he goes on to talk about the man having been famous, controversial, & various adjectives that could easily have applied to Scalia, but then he says,”That man was Jesus Christ.”
That was my brother-in-law's attitude.
Sounds OK to me.
Then why even have a funeral?
Doesn’t he look good though...
No, he doesn’t look good, he’s dead.
Closed casket and Pop Goes the Weasel sung by George Clinton
--Yogi Berra
Don’t cry for Chad, rejoice with his wife.
A funeral is not for the deceased, as they are long gone. It is for the living. The deceased lo longer feel pain, but the living do. This author wants to turn his funeral into a church service, and make it about how “christian” he is. But he is most certainly making sure “it’s all about him”, when it needs to be about the living. Nothing less than virtue signaling, even after he is dead.
Here is my friend Lou’s obituary, as published in the local newspaper and read on Car Talk with Click & Clack.
Louis J. Casimir Jr. bought the farm Thursday, Feb. 5, 2004, having lived more than twice as long as he had expected and probably three or four times as long as he deserved.
Although he was born into an impecunious family, in a backward and benighted part of the country at the beginning of the Great Depression, he never in his life suffered any real hardships.
Many of his childhood friends who weren’t killed or maimed in various wars became petty criminals, prostitutes, and/or Republicans.
He survived three years overseas in an infantry regiment in excellent health, then university for four years on the GI bill, and never thereafter had to do an honest day’s work.
He was loved by good women, had loyal friends, and all his children were healthy, handsome and bright.
For more than six decades, he smoked, drank and ate lots of animal fat, but never had a serious illness or injury.
His last wish was that everyone could be as lucky as he had been, even through his demise was probably iatrogenic.
He was preceded in death by his wife of 43 years, Judy.
He is survived by his brother Jack of Houston, Texas; and his children, Randall Kent of Brunswick, Ga., Louis John III (Trey) of Lewisburg, Thomas Bettis of Lewisburg and Edith Austin Wheat of Austin, Texas.
Lou was a daredevil: his last words were “Watch this!”
A memorial service and barbecue will be held on Labor Day at Lou’s place.
At my funeral I don’t want anybody to say, “We’re out of Half-Barrels”.