Got back in my usual bad mood having sat through all the usual rot. I can just about take the hope of everlasting life but it's the effect in this one that really pisses me off. Firstly the poor family, three daughters and a son, baring their soul in public, crying out loud as they try and say something meaningful about their mum. I don't need to hear all this. We all have our private memories and all the sharing in the world isn't going to make other people's experiences real to me. Rubbish about 'closure' just makes me weep.
AND..... what a waste of good wood. Not sure if the coffin actually gets burnt or sold out the back door to the dodgy funeral parlour down the road but if they do get burnt, it's a criminal waste.
I've told Ronnie that when I go, its a plastic bag or cardboard coffin and she can bury the ashes under a nice oak sapling. If they allow it, just the remains would be fine but the soil in the garden is a bit shallow - on chalk - so digging a suitable hole might be too difficult. NO public funeral. If she wants to celebrate, have a drink and a few friends round.
Actually, I'd love to be able to watch the queue. Ronnie is the only woman shaped female around here. Most are up for a part in the new version of The Blob! I get used to other old men looking at her and then their wives and you can see the mind working! I've already warned her about one or two of the men and she is well aware of their intentions. Must be fun to have that effect at 63 years old!!
That bit I'm not so grumpy about