Funerals - Ritual Masses and Burials
I'll try to get a digital shot of it soon to show you guys... it's pretty cool... and believe me, I won't be losing it any time soon 
all i know is i want to be cremated. them boxes seem like such a waste.
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I guess the most horrible experience was seeing an open casket funeral for *Adam* , a family friend, who accidently shot himself when he was 9. He was dressed in his boy scout uniform....[/B][/QUOTE]
That's such a sad story.
My friend was buried in his Thunderbirds outfit. I really hate how people get buried in suits. Okay, it makes them look smart at the wake, but surely they should be dressed in their favourite jumper, trousers etc? How many of us feel comfortable in a suit anyway??
[url]http://www.ranting-gryphon.com/Rants/2rant-funerals.mp3[/url]
small_fire - the degree of tregedy you have suffered is astounding. did you go to live with your cousins after you were orphaned? who took care of you?
aurelius, dude, you didin't go to either funeral you described, why? have you thought about that? not relaives, not close enough, fear, whatever?
my brother and i moved in with my aunt and uncle, my dad's brother...from muskegon to holland michigan (two places you have frequented). things were alright for the first year, then they got a divorce and my uncle turned into an alcoholic, very emotionally abusive to me and my brother. it was completely insane, and i ended up moving out a week after i turned 18 to live with a friend. we are okay now, but i still hold a lot of resentment toward him.
i feel like im throwing myself a pity party...but i dont really think about it all that much...i dont know if that is intentional or what...but it doesn't effect me on a day to day basis. although, it was hard to write it all down and post it on the board...
that's a terrible almost double whammy. it makes me appreciate my dysfunctional family all the more, i guess, because they are still alive.
when's the party? we'll cheer you up. i'm sure there's a neutral place we can all meet and raise cain, if that would help.
as always, folks, gucci's logic is irrefutable.
i have been more funerals than i should have at my age.
both of my parents died when i was very young. my mom died from cancer when i was, like, 8. she was cremated. i dont remember much of the funeral. it was at the church that i went to as a kid. i only cried when songs were song. i can remember looking over at my brother who was 6 at the time, curled up at the end of the pew.
i didn't find out that my mom died until a week after it happened. i didn't see her for months before she died. my dad was already getting sick and was using an oxygen tank. when my mom got put on oxygen she did not want me and my brother to see her like that, so we didn't. everytime my brother and i would ask to see her, my grandparents (at my mothers request) would tell us that we had to wear masks and that they didn't have enough, or something like that.
i got called down to the office at school in second grade to find my grandmother there crying. nothing needed to be said.
a year and a half later my dad died. he was diagnosed with a lung disease believed to be caused from inhaling fumes while at work. he was working underground with some other guys and a pipe burst. everyone who was down there eventually died, however they were all diagnosed with different illnesses, so we couldnt do anything about it (i.e. - sue the company for putting them in a dangerous work environment)...soon after this happened, the company picked up shop and went overseas.
my dads funeral...i dont really know how to begin. i remember standing near the casket and looking at him. i didn't really see my dad while he was sick either. my brother and i mostly played nintendo and never really went to see him. i kinda wish my grandma would have made me, but i understand why they didn't.
anyway, the funeral. my cousins and i all stood around the casket. we touched him, and i stroked his hair. i sat back down and asked when they were going to close the casket. my grandma told me that they just wanted him to be with us for "a little while longer". i knew that i couldn't cry if he was still there, and i knew that i had to (not out of obligation, i just HAD to). they closed the casket and it all came out. i remember the looks i got from everyone else. everyone looked at me the same. with extreme saddness and pity. i can't really describe it beyond that.
since then, my great-grandmother died, my aunt (my dad's sister), and three friends from high school. 2 in car accidents, one just died. she was 18 years old, i can't remember what exactly she had, but i know that her family wasn't aware of her illness, she was at a party and felt sick, tried to walk down the hallway, then just fell over, she died on the way to the hospital.
funerals are really really hard for me. even if i dont know the person (i went to my boyfriend's grandmother's funeral, i had only met her once or twice, but cried a lot at her funeral).
rohan, my mother saved all the money she could to give my brother and i some presents to remember her by. i got a little golden locket with her picture in it and the words "love mother" on the back.
and i fucking lost it.
it tore me apart. the one thing she wanted to give me more than anything else, i misplaced. hold on to that ring, i know it's been said in this thread already, but seriously. coming from someone who has had something like that, and then lost it...i would do anything to get that necklace back.