A tiring day yesterday involving four hours of driving broken by the most tedious funeral I have ever attended. I think, by and large, and on the whole, Christianity is "A Good Thing" but their services are utterly 'boring-snoring'! Of course, I suffer with a handicap when it comes to church services because I don't believe a word of it, starting with God and working down! The official practitioners, from 'Archtit' Welby (see below) downwards seem to have forgotten that ceremonies are basically show business. They need some pizzazz! All that yesterday's effort did was to absolutely confirm that when my name is picked out of the Holy hat, I do not want a funeral of any sort.
For the last couple of years I have been meaning to make arrangements to donate my old carcass to a teaching hospital where the trainee 'quacks' might not learn much but at least they might get a laugh! I have told the 'Memsahib' and 'SoD' that I absolutely do not want a funeral service, instead, I would like them to invite my friends to an open-house party where numerous glasses can be raised and a (hopefully) fond farewell may be bid.
Mind you, it wasn't all doom and gloom yesterday because we had dinner with 'SoD' and his delicious 'bouncing Czech' - dammit, she's such a pretty girl, what she sees in him I do not know! We managed to get through dinner without the 'B'-word being mentioned, so it was an exceedingly pleasant evening. And no, all that talk above of my death was not "the glad tidings" to which I referred in my title. Instead I would remind you all that today is the first day of Spring - hurrah! Yes, yes, I know that technically it is not yet Spring but from now on the days get longer and longer, so cheer up, all of you!
I agree, traditional funerals are boring.
My sister died a month ago and her service was full of life - songs by her talented sons (and what a comedic duo they are), accolades by friends and family. Not a priest in sight. The only bad thing was no booze at the reception! But then, knowing my sister's friends, they would have decimated her husband's retirement account.
I have told my daughter that I want to be cremated, put into the most beautiful urn she can find so that she can take me with her wherever she moves, and a big party with dancing and booze.
Posted by: missred | Friday, 22 December 2017 at 12:06
missred, sorry to hear you lost your sister. She and you must be fairly young compared to this crowd here.
David, about your no funeral request, what if you happen to outlive everyone you mention above? It can happen.
Posted by: Whitewall | Friday, 22 December 2017 at 12:52
Dear Miss Red, I trust my invitation is in the post!
Whiters, I have every intention of outliving everyone but, dammit, it's always those "events, dear boy, events"!
Posted by: David Duff | Friday, 22 December 2017 at 13:47
Thank you, Whiters. My (older) sister was 69. She waited until the day after her birthday. I would have preferred to die a year younger on paper! But she loved a party and the family was all in the hospital room celebrating with songs and cake. Not that she could have any nor was she responsive. But she loved a party! Bastard Cancer.
David, of course you are invited! However, be forewarned I intend to outlive my younger siblings!
If fact all you old buggers are invited! *laughing*
Posted by: missred | Friday, 22 December 2017 at 17:13