30 Wild Funeral Stories About Inappropriate, Weird Or Funny Things Happening
Interview With ExpertIn many people's minds, a funeral is a place of tranquility and composure. At least when they think about a traditional funeral. But more and more people are choosing to have non-traditional funerals.
Bath University sociologists found that people who've chosen to cremate their family members and have a celebration-of-life service instead of a traditional funeral feel more in control of their grieving process.
Traditional or not, people should still grieve appropriately and treat the whole ordeal with respect. Sadly, that's not the case for every funeral. Many people shared their stories of end-of-life service mishaps when one netizen asked: "What's the craziest or strangest thing you've ever experienced or witnessed at a funeral?"
Bored Panda got in touch with the Redditor who started this thread, u/AffectionateHand2206. They were kind enough to share their own strange funeral story and tell us which entries from the thread surprised them the most. Read our conversation down below!
To know more about funeral etiquette, Bored Panda also contacted Kari The Mortician. Kari Northey has been a licensed funeral home director for 20 years and has worked in the funeral business for almost 30 years.
She's a passionate educator who shares her knowledge about the funeral business with fellow funeral directors and consumers alike. She kindly agreed to tell us more about the etiquette of modern funerals. Read her expert insights below!
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My cousin passed away some years back. He was blind and had a ton of friends, many also blind. When we sung the hymns the guide dogs present howled / bayed along, it was so beautiful.
At the wake I also saw a guide dog veeeery carefully eat a sausage roll off the table right in front of his blind owner. I laughed and the dog whipped his head around to look at me, like ‘oh s**t you can see me?’.
Even with all the training in the world, sausage rolls are hard to resist.
I would trust a dog with my life, but not with my sausage roll.
Load More Replies...That's it. My last wishes will be that dogs are mandatory at whatever they wanna do.
Ohhhh the blind owner knew what was happening ;). They may be blind but not deaf! "Shh shh have a sausage roll but you have to be quiet." Good boys and girls deserve sausage rolls.
They are not only not deaf they probably have more acute hearing than most of us,
Load More Replies...I would have enjoyed being at this funeral. Obvs, sad cousin died, etc, but dogs being awesome? Yes please!
"A while back, I went to the funeral of a friend," the thread's author tells Bored Panda. "He had died surprisingly, leaving [two] young kids and an absolutely shocked wife behind." The Redditor says that this was the story that prompted them to ask others about their weird and inappropriate funeral experiences.
"The moment the service was over and during the entire funeral procession, two women who would barely even have qualified as acquaintances were heard wailing and yelling about how they'd lost their brother and close friend above the 200+ mourners."
Several giggling ladies singing, "Spam, spam, spam" from Monty Python just under their breath when the pastor got boring. Several pews were laughing.
It was a song the deceased would sometimes sing. It was funny.
That's great. Anything like that, if it's what the deceased would have wanted, is always appropriate
Yeah, I audibly "awww"ed. Like one last inside joke.
Load More Replies...At my grandmothers funeral the crematorium got the entry/exit music the wrong way round. She was meant to be brought in to some calm slow music but instead got Copacabana by Barry Manilow - We all laughed just how she would have if it was somebody else's funeral
Now that is hilarious. Grandma got an epic entrance.
Load More Replies...My mother, unbeknownst to us, chose Vera Lynn's "Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye" to be played as her coffin passed through the curtain. Many tears of laughter were shed.
Did they burst out with "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" as a recessional?
We were Catholic but my grandfather wasn't that dedicated. However his sisters were. We didn't plan on saying the rosary but they insisted. The priest would say the first line, and then the group joins in, but we were rattling off the Hail Marys and Our Fathers as fast as we could say them
At my great grandma's funeral, one of the pastors that got up to speak would moan at the end of every sentence. I'm so happy we were sitting in the back.
Not really at the funeral, but my neighbor put her husbands dogs ashes in his coffin, labeled Colonel’s medals. The dog got buried with full military honors at Arlington Cemetery.
Can't think of a guy that would not liked to be buried with his dog. But who names his dog 'medals'?
I guess they didn't? That was written just to get the dog alongside their owner in the coffin?
Load More Replies...I think OP means the dog’s ashes were put in the husband’s coffin. The husband got full military honors, and the dog was with him.
Actually, I think they wrote that on the container to sneak the dog into the coffin. Military thought it was a box of his medals, not his dog. I doubt the dog was called medals lol.
Load More Replies...My uncle has a headstone that has a place my cousins can put his cat's ashes when it passes.
"It was so bad that my friend's siblings asked them multiple times to tone it down," u/AffectionateHand2206 goes on. "His children looked even more disturbed by what was happening than they had before.
"Then when the coffin was lowered into the ground, the two women pushed his kids and widow aside and pretended that they were going to throw themselves in. His siblings and a few guests intervened. The women tried to free themselves and go at it again. One even claimed that no one could understand the extent of her grief."
"It was bizarre and heartbreaking at the same time," the Redditor adds.
My sister looked a lot like my grandmother.
My grandmother had a style, heels, a cigarette holder, wig, dress, pearls.
My father (not always appropriate) whispers in sister’s ear, “Why don’t you go in her closet and come out dressed like your grandmother?”
10 minutes later, we hear the click of the heels, the smell of a cigarette in a long holder, and a spot on n imitation of her voice.
My aunt, uncle, cousins all thought she was a ghost.
This is EPIC... I think that if the father suggested it and sister went along with it, it is definitely the kind of family that would appreciate it. Reminds of a case I saw in the news, and Irishman who put a recording in his coffin, yelling "Get me the f**k out, it's dark in here!" then knocking and finally a song saying goodbye. Hilarious and heartwarming....
Okay, if I wasn't being cremated I would totally do this to freak out my family one last time. My younger siblings would definitely get it and if I wasn't NC with most of my family, especially the older ones they would definitely have an "Oh, s**t" moment. As it stands, I would only have a few siblings, but most of my nieces and nephews and great nieces and nephews would be the ones to show up and they would definitely get the joke.
Load More Replies...This is awesome! Every funeral should be a celebration of the life lived. Humor included.
The lady who convinced my mother to ditch chemo and use essential oils, handed out biz cards at her funeral.
If she wasn't chased out with pitch forks, why not? She would rue the day she foot anywhere near anyone I lost under those circumstances.
Just one part of a Funeral Director’s job: protect the grieving family from undesirables. And this one is absolutely one of them!
Load More Replies...A friend of mine is a doctor and her cousin a homeopath and they had a big fight because the cousin made their grandma stop her treatment. We discovered when she was rushed to the hospital.
"Sign up for my BS fake 'medicine' and get 50% off your funeral when it inevitably happens in a month or so!"
This is awful. About time a serious campaign was made to inform people that these natural oils don't even make a dent on health conditions. Sure, things like anxiety can be helped (not cured) by having a nice, familiar smelling oil but seriously, cure/slow down cancer? That is as effective as people that hang socks with onions in it by their babies to stop whooping cough.
A friend of mine's mother died from breast cancer when she decided to treat it "naturally". My friend is a doctor, so it was devastating for her.
Not super inappropriate, but my grandfather was always a trickster. He had a great sense of humor. He had this little song he would sing to me, my siblings, and my little cousins where he would just repeat the words “poo poopy doo” over and over. At his funeral, my aunt was telling stories about him and in the middle of her telling a story, my 6 year old cousin screamed “POO POOPY DOO” in front of 50 people. Needless to say it lightened the mood a little bit and made everyone a little happier remembering him in a good way.
That sounds like Betty Boop's signature line, a little skewed, but something those kids will always remember Grandpa for. Silly and sweet.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We asked u/AffectionateHand2206 what stories from the thread stood out to them. "There were a number of bizarre and disturbing stories, but because of my own experience, the response of u/Mental-Pitch5995 stood out to me. Especially this bit:
'When my bf died. He was young, extremely well known and popular with the ladies. An unknown woman was crying hysterically and tried climbing into the casket with him. His brothers pulled her out and me with others escorted her outside to calm her down.' It made me wonder if this kind of thing happens a lot more than I ever cared to know."
At my aunts funeral they played thunderstruck by AC/DC and had a table of white rum shots. let’s just say it was exactly as she would’ve wanted. love you aunt kathy.
When my oldest daughter got married, her husband wanted "What a Man" by Salt n Pepa played as he walked in. She said no. Two years ago she played it at his funeral. He was the best.
I was just at a friends memorial where AC/DC songs were heavily in the rotation as she often said she wanted. she was 74, but they were her favorite band. There was an open bar & almost everyone had an inappropriate story to tell involving her, she was fun!
Your aunt sounds like she was a fun person, wish I could've met her.
One of my BFFs that I've known since I was young was a full Native American, so of course was her Mom. Denise was a HUGE fan of The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, etc. but her absolute favorite band was The Doors which was one of the bands she saw numerous times. Unfortunately she had terminal Breast Cancer, so she planned out her own funeral to save my BFF from having to deal with it. One of the songs that she had played was "Riders In The Storm" by The Doors, which did NOT go over well with some of her more conservative family members, but since she planned her own funeral there wasn't anything that the douchebag members of her family could do.
You're supposed to drink every time they say thunder in the song. I hope they didn't take a shot for each one!
My grandmother's funeral was out in the country. Rolling fields, a few trees here and there. As the service goes on, I see a dog, trotting through the field next to the cemetery. It's a long distance, and the dog just lopes along, while a rather boring preacher droned on and on. I'd glance to the coffin, then back at the dog, it barely seemed to get closer. I notice everyone facing that direction is now watching the dog. It just keeps trotting closer. It slips under the cemetery fence, and now crosses grave after grave until he is only a few feet away. everyone is watching it intently as it walks up to the casket, sniffs, and lifts it leg to pee on my grandmother. Suddenly every single person, in unison, leaned forward, some shaking hands and arms and made a squeal or a shout or yelled at the dog. it looked surprised and ran away.
We all started laughing.
How in the world did the dog walk all that way to decide that's the best spot to lift it's leg?
It's difficult, but you have to find the right place to relieve yourself. The sniffing, the circling, the back and forth, all for good reason!
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They used youtube to play one of the woman's favorite songs with lyrics on a projector. Just after starting the song, YouTube started an ad that showed a woman straining on the toilet and it was not skippable. Everyone busted up laughing. The woman's husband said she would have found it funny, too.
Another response that stood out to the Redditor was by u/Thernuk: "The lady who convinced my mother to ditch chemo and use essential oils handed out biz cards at her funeral." "I felt rage on u/Thernuk's behalf," u/AffectionateHand2206 tells Bored Panda.
The Redditor posts various questions on the AskReddit subreddit from time to time. "I'd say I am a generally curious person and I love finding things that connect people."
"And sometimes it's the shared unusual experiences that remind us that no matter how out there our experiences are or seem, there will (almost) always be someone somewhere who can relate to them. I find that thought comforting," the Redditor shares.
Probably me and my brothers not realizing we were supposed to open my moms ashes box and release them, so instead we awkwardly dropped her entire box in the river like a bath bomb.
Be thankful, my ex wifes Father asked for his ashes to be scattered on top of the mountains of Mourne in Northern Ireland. I wasn't there due to work constraints, but my ex Wife, her two sisters and her vile Mother flew over with FiL's ashes. The day of the scattering it rained like buggery with high winds, so one of my ex's cousins arranged for a helicopter to take them to the top of a particular hill, so far so good. The trip up was a tad hairy but they got there, then when they tried scattering the ashes they realised, too late, that the helicopter blades were still going round. That plus the high, blustery, wet conditions, sent Les's (my late FiL) ashes off in a whirlwind of sticky ex human that plastered his wife and 3 daughters. I laughed so much I wet myself and I like to think that Les had a good chuckle too.
Probably good for their skin. A face mask made with/by dad.😆
Load More Replies...Now I'm picturing that youtube guy that does the magnet fishing. "Oh, I feel something... it's a metal box... I wonder what's in it!"
My controlling SIL choreographed everything all the time, nearly always making things harder and more convoluted than necessary. She had my lovely MIL's ashes blowing onto all of us because she doesn't understand wind, evidently. If we'd understood her intentions we'd have all recognized that we had been ordered to stand in exactly the worst place possible. I (and everybody else) ended up with MIL's remains in my eyes, nose, and mouth. Only good thing about losing my hubby is that I don't need to cope with interacting with SIL anymore.
The corpse farted. The family of the deceased were religious and were against embalming. Decomposing bodies produce gas, and it has to go somewhere. Your gut bacteria don't die when you do. They begin digesting YOU since your body stops producing the mucous and stuff that protects your stomach and intestinal lining. Well, all of that culminated in the loudest, most foul smelling bodily emission ever witnessed by man. Several people were puking, many on the verge of puking. People were running for the exit. This was at a tiny church that was basically a house with extra seating in the living room. Think the worst fart you've ever smelled intermingled with the smell of decaying flesh. It was so bad. I think it's the only time I have ever been envious of a corpse. Lucky bastard couldn't smell a thing.
Be thankful the corpse didn’t copy the corpse of William the Conqueror. His funeral took place 6 Mo the after he died. They pretty much had to stuff his body into his casket, as he was pretty chunky guy alive, and his body had swelled up. Halfway down to the altar, the casket exploded from old the built up gases showering everyone with a putrid soup.
I've seen that happened with a dead bloated whale. I believe it's quite common when they die.
Load More Replies...Plot twist: Their last dying wish was to go out with a bang. The greatest "Dutch oven" the world has ever seen...er smelled..
Having smelled decomp (deceased possum on nature strip last summer) and knowing how bad farts can smell I’m surprised Hazmat wasn’t called, that’s just awful 😖
Funerals with a body are macabre. Just cremate or otherwise dispose of the corpse ASAP, and have a memorial with photos. You don't need to be "Saying goodbye" to the literal corpse. It would also seriously reduce the impact of predatory funeral homes pressuring grieving loved ones into expensive funerals and caskets.
Saying goodbye to the body is an important part of grieving for many people though! Our modern culture made death a taboo but other/older cultures always valued the body. It's normal and natural. And so is decomposion, enbalming is super weird und unnecessary imo.
Load More Replies...Here in northern Italy nobody gets enbalmed and the funeral is usually on the third day after death. Never witnessed any smell, but we have closed caskets. To me the American tradition of open caskets seems a bit weird. But that's just because culural differences and rites. And I think rituals are a VERY important tool to deal with grief, especially for those close to the deceaced.
I *Caused* one. I was a photographer, a model I knew got this really long white dress with this shoulder attached train/cape thingy. She wanted to get pictures of it, and there was a large hill nearby, so I would be lower down shooting upward she would be in sparkly white flowing dress on the crest of the hill catching the wind and light. She is posing, things are going well. She looks down the other side of the hill (the hill was a drumlin, so kind of knife like at the peak). She suddenly comes running down the hill "We need to go, NOW".
So, on the other side of the hill was a cemetery, and there was a service going on. They looked up and saw this ghostly woman on the hilltop. Started gasping and pointing. Yeah. That was one of four times I caused issues with the public doing photography shenanigans,.
And the model understood that it was inappropriate. There are plenty of "influencers" who would have kept on taking photos, and even gotten closer to the service, or would have complained that the service ruined their selfie.
Load More Replies...Kari Northey, an educator and a licensed funeral home director with 27 years of experience under her belt, tells Bored Panda that funeral etiquette today is quite different from what it was back in the day.
"It was a formal event years ago and attendees wore suits and dresses and arrived promptly for the events," she explains. "Now, just like with the more casual dress code on airplanes and restaurants, people will wear jeans or sweats to attend a funeral and arrive late."
My best friend’s grandfather died and they had a military funeral for him, which I attended. It was a small funeral, so I sat with the family. I had noticed a butterfly flying around where we were sitting, and as the man leaned over to hand the flag to her grandmother, it landed on his shoulder. It stayed there until he stood, saluted, and turned to leave. I don’t know if anyone else noticed it, but I thought it was a particularly beautiful moment.
The day my grandmother died, all five of her children were visited by a monarch butterfly- they were all in different geographical locations, one was even overseas. Now everytime one manages to fly into my home I just believe it's her checking up on me ♥️
After we buried our dad, late October, a monarch arrived at the cemetery. And stayed until we left.
Load More Replies...The day we buried my father my outside cat sat on the front porch crying off and on all night.
My older brother's 'symbol' was a dragonfly. I don't remember if it happened at his funeral, but at multiple of his anniversaries a dragonfly has turned up.
My sister's fiance's Dad passed away about 6 months before their wedding. He had a military funeral as well. I was fine with the 21 gun salute, but just lost it when the bagpiper started "Amazing Grace" Bagpipes always make me cry & this was no exception. I wasn't boohooing or sobbing, I just let the tears stream down my face. After the service, so many people went up to him asking who this woman was, that was so obviously moved. (I left immediately after the service).
Before my sister passed away we tried to figure out a sign she could give me to let me know she was around. Never did actually settle on something but one day in my garden when I was just thinking about her and missing her a dragonfly appeared and settled right in front of me. First time I had seen one ever in my garden. Every now and then when it seems I am at my lowest missing her one appears. It comforts me.
Damn, damn, damn. I didn't know projectile tears were a thing. That serviceman will remember that forever.
At my mom’s funeral which my dad only agreed to because her sisters were being a******s about my agnostic mother not having a proper funeral one of them walked up to me and said “Aren’t you so sad you never had kids and gave your mom a grandbaby.” Had to bite my tongue to keep from saying yeah so sad my stillborn daughter and eight miscarriages didnt give mom a grandchild.
Should have said it. No-one has the right to comment on other people's childlessness - or their choice to have children, either.
Permit me to make a small correction Jennik - she should have shouted it!
Load More Replies...Don't bite your tounge, you could have said it and still would have been the bigger person.
Anyway, a child shouldn't be brought into this world just to "give" someone else ANYTHING. Well, other than parenthood and what goes with it, obviously. But first and foremost it should always be about the child.
If you have a child because you want to be a parent, is that allright then?
Load More Replies..."You're so right, I fell down on the job of providing mom with more family. I think I know how to make up for that though, I can knock you into the next life to keep her company."
So sorry about your circumstances, hope you're ok, I send positive vibes to you darling 💜💜 You def should have said what you wanted to, no one should ever say such c**p to anyone.
I think you should have turned your tongue loose and taught them a lesson.
At my husband's funeral, they were folding the flag over his casket, and one of the guys were bragging about how good he was, never dropped a flag, and always perfect creases on and on. As the corners came together, he caught it on the casket, ripped the flag, it hit the ground.
Someone behind me said, "That was xxx (husband's name) telling you to humble yourself because we are all tired of hearing how perfect you are." Everyone looked at me, and I just smiled because that was my husband to a T!
Probably not, but either way it is apparent the man did not place a priority on acting appropriate.
Load More Replies...At my grandpa's funeral they started folding the flag from the wrong end. I was young but I noticed immediately since I had just learned in girl scouts. They had to unfold and start again. It was embarrassing.
No. This didn't happen. Military guards don't speak around the families. Ever. They have one person who speaks with the family to express condolences and determine who will be handed the flag. The others stand off to the side and and plan their literal footsteps. They will whisper to eachother "There is a divit here, a bump there." You never hear them speak.
Kari The Mortician also tells us about how the practice of families sending 'thank you' notes to those who sent flowers and donated in memory of their loved ones has slowly faded away. "Now, just like with weddings, showers, and gift giving, 'thank you' notes are not often sent and those who generously give receive no nod of thankfulness."
My friends dad died, and we were in the back of the altar. i looked up and saw his literal father standing next to me. i did not know until later that his father had a twin.
My father in law had a non twin brother who looked exactly like him. I knew about this uncle, but my mum didn't, she damn near fainted when she saw him.
"WHOOP WHOOP RAISE THE ROOF! HE'S ALI-...oh. Yes nice to meet you too..."
Went to a friend's funeral. Had never met anyone in her fam but one of her sisters before, so had no idea two of her sisters AND her mom looked enough like her to be twins. Definite breath-catching moment...
I went to my uncle's funeral and saw his twin brother. Nobody had ever told me he had a twin, there was also another brother who bore a strong resemblence. My mum knew and found it very amusing when I told her.
So if your Uncle has a twin, as well as another brother, wouldn't they be your Uncle's as well? Or was this an Uncle by marriage? Either way, it's kinda funny that you had no idea that he had any siblings, never mind that they all looked so much like one another. I can only imagine what was going through your mind when you first saw one of them.
Load More Replies...As a 5 year old child, i saw the dead woman in the bathroom! My mom never told me that she had a twin.,,,
I'd never met many of my father's extended family growing up, so you can say I was *quite* startled to find out at Granddaddy's funeral that he had a brother who looked a LOT like him!
My cousin died of a heart attack aged late 20’s/early 30’s.
Her father walked up to the casket at the funeral and as he was just about to reach it, he jolted backwards and fell over. Heart attack. His pacemaker worked and he was up and about again in about 2 minutes.
For about 60 seconds, all hell broke loose. Women crying, screaming, chaos. There were about 100-150 people just finding their seats when it happened.
He was actually joking about 3 minutes after, saying his rhythm was ‘off’, and felt s****y for the few days prior, the pacemaker set his rhythm properly again and except for the punch in the chest from the pacemaker, actually felt much better than he did previously!
It was seriously a ‘movie’ moment - one of the most surreal experiences I’ve ever had.
One of my dad's friends died at the graveside of his own dad's funeral. It was horrible.
Load More Replies...My Grandmas best friend, in her 80s by that time, died on the arm of my aunt while walking towards the casked at a funeral. My Grandma refused to go to funerals after that.
No, the guy had a pacemaker. They can act up at times like any man-made gadget.
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My mother switched her wedding ring with my dad’s ring while he was in the casket.
Idk, I find this oddly sweet? He's taking an important piece of her with him to the grave, and she's taking something tangible that she can wear so she can remember him always. That's just my take tbh
This is actually pretty common. You put your wedding ring in your spouse's hand, and take theirs - usually to carry or wear on a chain. The tradition acknowledges the "until death do us part" of the wedding vows, and decreases the impact of the secondary loss of deciding to stop wearing their wedding ring. It's particularly common if the spouses have discussed the wish for the survivor to move on.
1st thought, that's sweet, but then ... the sizes will be wrong AND she just gave him his ring back and took hers back too. weird.....
She could wear the ring on a necklace, or have it resized. I think it's sweet.
Load More Replies...There's also been a change in funeral processions. "[They] were a solemn showing within the community of one last reverent ride to the cemetery," Kari adds. "And now it has become unsafe with distracted drivers and drivers who are never taught the etiquette or more importantly the law of funeral processions."
At my Grandpa's funeral, my grandparents' friend tried to sign me up to sell Mary Kay under her while I was crying beside his grave.
At the same funeral, the preacher giving the eulogy talked about whether or not my Grandpa spanked his kids enough. He said "Daddy was a hard man, but was he hard enough? Did he spare the rod too many times?" And then mentioned my dad and his sisters by name and said they should ask themselves that question when they think of their Dad. We were all like, WTF.
A visitor at our Unitarian church introduced himself as a recovering Baptist. This was greeted with a wave of gentle laughter.
Load More Replies...Thank goodness I'm Jewish. No preachers offering their own feelings or speeches! Plus a simple pine box with no nails and the body simply wrapped in a cotton shawl- talk about an eco-friendly funeral!
Hold up. I live in a very religeous state. When i inquired about simple funeral ( i knew better than say eco ) i was spouted laws and rules, etc. Wonder what happens of you are Jewish. Do they force them to buy casket, overcasket ( i forget the term ) etc.
Load More Replies...*whispers* "Hey buddy, I know this is a bad time but, I've been trying to reach you about your extended warranty."
Some preachers do so many funerals they seem to forgot how important and heartbreaking this moment is for each family
It does feel like anyone who works in a customer facing role in the funeral industry, no matter whether religious (any religion) or not should have some sort of social work certificate so they can not f*CK up the grieving.
Load More Replies...Mary Kay reps truly are the Borg. They have no filter or restraint.
Sad that no one thought to say that he used the rod much too much even if they didn't think so.
You wont believe me but someone's phone went off with the ringtone "Staying Alive".
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At my Grandma's funeral, someone had Linkin Park's 'In The End' as their ringtone.
🤣 Ah, that one is extra inappropriate because it's actually about an orgasm!
Load More Replies...Funeral Director was standing back under a tree during the burial service and his cell phone rang- LOUDLY. It was the theme song to The Omen Gave us the giggles
Not at the funeral per se, but in the car on the way there,, we put in a cassette, which immediately started up with Crash Test Dummies singing “won’t you come to my funeral when my days are done”. My family as a whole lost it, & were laughing so hard. At least we had time to recover before getting to the funeral home, but none of us could make eye contact with each other or it was going to start up again.
It wasn't at a funeral but as a teenager, my mom's dog got hit by a car and died while she was holding it and my dad was driving to the vet. When they came home and told me about it, I happened to be listening to the radio and the song "I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight" came on, I couldn't help it, I laughed...
My Uncle, a really great guy, passed away one summer. Huge family turnout for the Catholic funeral mass. My father was executor, and handled all the details of the burial & mass. My Uncle requested in his paperwork that his remains be cremated, no viewing, just a mass and last rites at the grave. At that time, you weren't allowed to be cremated and have a mass of Christian burial...
My father followed his wishes, but failed to inform (or purposely didn't tell) the Church - or our relatives - of the arrangement. This included my *mother*, who was my Uncle's youngest sister. Never got to ask him why he didn't say anything. But he and my Uncle were practical jokers, and tight as ticks; so I think he was going to make it happen regardless of the consequences.
Day of the mass at the Church, my mother told me and my brother to go to the hearse and be pall-bearers with some other cousins. The driver and assistant said they didn't need any of us, and to wait at the Church entrance. Brother and I stared at each other - what were these guys gonna do; lift the casket themselves? Then they opened the rear door of the hearse, and... there he was. No casket, no box, no urn; just a compressed brick of ash and (I assume) some binding cement. Like a solid, rectangular cinder block.
Too much went on after that for me to detail here. Suffice it to say there was loud discussions that day, Traditional Catholic relatives made a scene in the parking lot; other not so traditional ones laughed uncontrollably, and my mother was staring holes through my father (she was pissed at him for at least two months.) The priest was actually the coolest head there that day; he allowed the ceremony to go on; and even brought the remains into the Church as if it were in a traditional casket.
Everybody - angry or not - still went to the restaurant for the reception; my family *never* passes up a free meal. More loud discussions and accusations. Lots of stories about my Uncle and his brothers and sisters. Many children driving their drunk parents home. But nobody was crying. From the moment his remains were taken out of the back of the hearse to the end of the reception; no one cried. And a lot of people were laughing.
Craziest funeral I've ever attended.
There are some Native American Tribes that believe the body must be buried intact, otherwise the spirit is bound to the earth and cannot move on. Then you have Tribes that believe the opposite is true. The body most be burned to ash in order to set the spirit free, because If you bury the body they'll then be tied to Earth and the spirit will be unable to move on. There are so many cultures and beliefs throughout the world that no one is right or wrong for how they choose to honor their dead.
When it comes to things people should never do at funerals, Kari The Mortician says interrupting solemn moments is one of the biggest faux pas. "I have seen someone ask a grief-stricken parent who is standing alone saying goodbye to their teenage child if they would give them the service folder that the parent is holding."
My brother in laws girlfriend locked her self in a car, cried and screamed threatening to kill herself.. AT my father in laws funeral. She was fine five minutes later and explained to my in law she did it because she’s not used to not having all the attention (she thought her being pregnant would make people forget that the father died?).
And to fight for a full custody. Poor kid doesn't deserve to be raised by a narcisst
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My family owns a funeral home. Years ago, you had to use records to play music at funerals. of course, when there were no funerals, and people were just cleaning up, etc., they would play other records.
My grandfather had a funeral going on, and told his father to just play the record that was on the turntable, because he had set it up the day before.
Unfortunately, someone had changed it. It was the song “Give me five minutes more.”
Hysterical now, evidently not so hysterical at the time.
Good thing that it wasn't that old Louis Armstrong standard "I'll Be Glad When You're Dead, You Rascal You".
Strangest and most infuriating was listening to the preacher giving the eulogy and talk about how my friend was in Hell because she committed [self-harm], and how we're "not supposed to worry about that now".
That's horrible. That individual was already in a living hell when they made the decision to commit suicide- Ive been there myself before finally getting on the correct selection of medication so I know exactly what it's like to feel suicide is the only way out. Absolutely no need for speeches like this.
I have heard this narrative repeated by people in the Christian faith several times...when I was going through a rough time and was suicidal I worried about it. But I eventually came to the conclusion that if God cannot forgive the most broken of us, then He cannot forgive any of us.
I don't know if I could sit and listen to that,I think at that point I would of had to leave. I have lost 2 people in my lifetime to suicide. How that ma could live with himself I will never know
Jesus said, "Judge not, lest ye be judged." Of course, we can judge actions, but not the people who commit them. (People nowadays forget that in the same breath, Jesus said, "Go and sin no more.") As a Catholic, our response would be to pray our asses office for the deceased. See, suicide *is* a grave sin, and a deeply troubling one in that it deprives you of the chance to seek repentance. But mental illness deprives someone of the culpability for that sin. People can be furious for the harm to the shattered lives left behind, but absolutely cannot judge that the person who did that to them is to blame.
I'd punch my own ticket for Hell by way of wrath. This en't the time, preacher.
Pure evil. I'd have stood up and started shouting things at him, the mildest of which would have been "how dare you"
One perk of getting old is not giving two effs. Would have screamed to high heaven and made sure everyone had suicide hotline number
Load More Replies...The preacher is supposed to also give pastoral care to the grieving family. They should get to know the person who died and the family and their service should reflect it. There is no reason or excuse for presenting their own opinions from the pulpit while family and friends are there looking for comfort and to honour the person who died.
I've known many wonderful preachers, but I've also met some who were horrible. This one sounds like the one who talked about the Whore of Babylon at the wedding of a young mother to the baby's father. I felt so helpless! This was the bride's mother's own minister, too. I would never go to a church led by someone like that.
When you're not a member of the grieving family, you should also be aware of where you sit down, Kari says. "It is terribly selfish to sit in the family area if you are not family [and] intrude on the private immediate family moments when they are not your immediate family." Kari also says it's inappropriate when families start fighting over cremated remains or who will receive the jewelry or the flag of a veteran.
Someone trying to "quietly" open a can while they were doing the closing prayer.
All depends on context. It could have been the deceased's final wishes to be "sent off" at the end of their funeral by their friends sharing a beer. It could also have been a diabetic with low blood sugar and didn't want to pass out.
If it were a beer, my grandfather-in-law in the casket he'd have been delighted. Of course, it would have to be a German beer, or that would be tacky.
My sister turned to me during our mother’s funeral and asked ‘where’s the will?’ I will never talk to that biatch again.
*fssssss POP!* - the loudest noise in existence, you can't keep it quiet. All the nights I tried when I was little, just trying to sneak some carbonated sugary goodness...
In my family, that would have been a beer. There might even be a big ice chest at the entrance.
Went to my granduncle's funeral in Ireland as a ten year old boy. turned out he was a hero in the IRA back in the day, and six masked IRA guys emerged and fired shots with automatic rifles over the grave. best funeral ever.
Not if you lived in the UK during the IRA's bombing campaign. The IRA were scum.
I remember it very well. So many times I'd be out and entire streets would be evacuated because of suspicious packages left outside shops like BHS.
Load More Replies...I think you just described the other extreme to this. Perhaps not honouring the terrorist is a happy medium?
Load More Replies...Ex pat Northern Irish in France. One mans terrorist is another man's freedom fighter. I don't have any respect for either side. Back in the earlier days they possibly had good intentions and believed fervently in a cause, then it was indoctrination, now they're virtually all gangsters, heavily involved in d***s, protection rackets, people smuggling (for prostitution mainly), etc. Other than all that it has simply years of entrenched behavior. Object or criticise, you are dead or kneecapped. As for using the name of religion, nationalism, or loyalty, etc, it is hypocritical. Violence achieved little or nothing on the island at all. In the 21st century the late 1600s, 1916, and 1921 still haunting us all.
My brother committed [self-harm]. At his funeral we had a receiving line so people can say their condolences to his widow and family. Some old guy who may have been an acquaintance of my dad, walked up to my brother's wife and just said, "So how did he do it?".
Suicide is not a dirty word. Stigmatizing it will only make people dealing with these thoughts feel more broken and more alone. YouTube's monetization policy has ruined how people speak on the internet. It all only adds stigma to important topics
These things need to be spoken about, loudly. There is so much stigma and shame surrounding suicide especially for men. We should be normalising the discussion because many people have found themselves feeling like life is to much, because it can be. It's ok not to be ok
Load More Replies...Can I also ask fellow Pandas to spread the idea of not using the word "commit" as that makes it sound like a crime, and causes additional pain to relatives and friends.
I lost a brother to suicide, commit doesn't really bother me, but I understand why it does others. It also makes it sound like a choice, when, in reality, it often isn't.
Load More Replies...This is sad when you think about it. Might have been morbid curiosity (inappropiate) or he may wanted to know because he was thinking about committing suicide himself.
Suicide literally means self murder. There should be an alternative word for this, but I don't know what it could be.
In Dutch there are 2 words for it: zelfmoord, which is self murder. And zelfdoding, which is like 'self dead-ing', I don't know if that translatable as self killing, killing might be more negative than doding. I think it's nice that people say zelfdoding, because I think it's better to say you made yourself dead, instead of you murdered yourself.
Load More Replies...Kari The Mortician also mentions one more worrying recent trend that is inappropriate in the eyes of many funeral guests. "More and more people are taking selfies at funerals or sharing photos of the deceased to receive attention on [to] themselves when it is not the time or place." Out of respect for the deceased and the grieving family, it's best to put your phone down during the service altogether.
My niece walking up to fathers coffin and tweaking his nose.
Same. And with it being 2024 and some of the videos I've seen of people actually twerking at funerals, I wasn't in the least bit surprised.
Load More Replies...Sounds like that might have been an affectionate gesture between the two of them and she was sending him of with one final sign of their love.
I like this better, the onion ninjas are on their way.
Load More Replies...Listen, they used to make kids actually kiss the deceased, ffs, whether they wanted to or not. Lots of traumatized kids crying and screaming “NO” at the top of their lungs, and people thought the kids were the problem. Cripes. Tweaking a nose all on her own is nothing in comparison. Grandpa probably used to tweak her nose, so she wanted to give him one last tweak on his nose.
Again, depending on the age of course, innocence. He might have gotten a chuckle out of that.
My Grandfather died when I was about 18. I adored him, he had always been so good to me. My 18 month old son was a favorite of his as well. We went to the funeral and there was Grandpa in his coffin. My son was on my hip and bent down to kiss "Gampa" on his cheek. He then said, "Good night Gampa'. Not a dry eye in the house.
Without knowing how old she was it made me think that she might have tried to wake him up. I have seen animals doing something like it, to dead members of their flock.
Not super peculiar or strange but my stomach growled so loud during my grandpas funeral, DURING THE FINAL PRAYER, that the Karen next to me gave me a disgusted look. Super embarrassing but makes me laugh now. Pretty sure grandpa would’ve laughed too lol.
Like anyone could control their stomach growling. I would have laughed too.
Or its volume. Mine growls really loud. It can be quite embarrassing. Or hilarious, depending on who you’re with and/or where you are.
Load More Replies...Mine would have too! Just speaking about myself, it takes a lot for me to fit into the one suit I have. Lots of sucking it in and thinking skinny! So I don't eat before.
Honestly, I would have lifted the leg closest to her and pretended to fart.
My husband and I were poor and very young with our first baby when we attended his grandfather's funeral. We had run out of regular baby formula and didn't have a pump on the trip, so just before we went in, I fed my baby the free soy formula we'd gotten from the hospital. All during the funeral, my newborn's little tummy made all kinds of noises, and she passed a ton of stinky gas. Culminating in a long, terrible bout of noise at the end of the funeral when she squirt-filled her diaper. I was mortified, but at least she didn't cry, and only half the family gave us dirty looks. The other half thought it was pretty funny. We never gave her soy anything after that; she and her subsequent siblings are all soy-intolerant, just like their Dad
The female relative who came to the visitation straight off of a day on the lake - wearing her bikini top, jean shorts, and flip flops.
You CAN have the funeral home staff ask people who are inappropriate to leave.
Why was her outfit inappropriate? Would it have been better had she not shown up at all? Sadly, I know how most people will answer.
Load More Replies...Presumably she had a bit of warning? That's just rude. Unless it's a beach funeral
She showed up!! I see no issue. When my father died, we had a woman show up in pajamas because she had donated a kidney 2 days prior. She didn't have to come but she loved my dad and shared incredible stories of late night soccer matches when they were on call at the hospital. I would never be mad at someone showing up however they felt comfortable.
I think it's pretty disrespectful to attend a funeral in a bikini top and flip-flops unless it's the accepted attire for the entire funeral/if the funeral is being held on a beach/lakeshore.
Load More Replies...A cousin of mine wore at bright red sweatshirt and grey sweat pants to our grandmother’s funeral. I’m surprised my grandmother didn’t rise out of her coffin and tell her to change because she would have been appalled.
I (thankfully) don’t remember it, but when I was 2, one of my drunken aunts put me in the coffin with my dead mom and made me kiss her.
As a very young child I used to be put on the bed with my great grandmother and I would crawl around and she would play with me. After she passed away, while at the funeral, my mother said she was along side of the casket with me in her arms and I lunged at and almost landed in the casket with great grandma. She was laying down just like in bed so I tried to go play. Inappropriate, no. Bittersweet, yes.
Not saying i approve of what happend but kissing your dead loved ones goodbye is normal in some cultures.
When I was really young my mother took me to a funeral for one of her friends where they expected _everyone_ to kiss the deceased goodbye.
My son was seven, I had prepped him on cremation during the car ride to the funeral home and explained why we were going to the visitation. So, we shuffle through the room, hug the family, and walk up to the urn. My son does his best “ta-daaaaa” pose, complete with jazz hands, and says “Here’s the ashes!” Thankfully, no one was outright angry and most just chuckled because kids are kids, but I was mortified at the time.
During my grand-uncle's funeral, an elderly cousin rose out of the pew, tore the entire family a new r****m, and promptly had a heart attack and needed an ambulance called to the funeral home (they died a month later).
Or the time, during my grandfather's funeral, when the preacher chose that time to politic and attack women and gay couples...there were several gay family members in attendance. The deceased was my grandfather on my mother's side (meaning my grandfather's daughter, which the preacher, despite mentioning my uncles, failed to mention or acknowledge my mother, her family, and accomplishments). My grandfather was a very, 'God created and loves everyone,' and a 'church and state are separate for reason,' type person. That service didn't go over well.
I really think we ought to be able to yoink preacher's with a crook when they overstep. At least reserve the right to tell them to shut their trap.
One of those super-powerful water pistols would be good. I suppose it would be sacrilegious to fill it with holy water?
Load More Replies...Why does anyone need a clergy person to even be I attendance. I'm gonna be scattered in my garden
At my cousins funeral, one of my relatives literally tried jumping in the casket with him. Really traumatizing experience I might add.
They had to be Italian....We do that kind of 'Joey, I'm coming with you' thing all the time.
I worked with a woman who did this when her little girl was buried. We didn't have the measles vaccine in those days
Call me crazy, I would do the same with my little one..
Load More Replies...I have seen something similar. The father of my ex-girlfriend died, and during the funeral the oldest sister burst in hysterics. It was horrific, watching this poor girl in her mid 20's trying to yank the casket open and screaming that her father was soffocating in there. She actually managed to grab one of the handles so the casket almost fell. There was fortunetely a doctor among the staff of the funeral home, and had to sedate her. They were very professional, when the family tried to apologize they went like "do not worry, we are trained for this. This happens more frequently that you think..."
Wow, this must really happen all the time. For the funeral home to pay to have a full-time doctor on staff, it must be worth it. Not to mention for the doctor to also have sedatives and other medicines on hand, that can administer said medications without consent of the person in hysterics or their family, in some cases, is quite the extreme. What country was this funeral held in? If you don't mind me asking, I'm assuming it's not the US.
Load More Replies...My (now ex) mother-in-law decided to wear 3 inch heels to the gravesite. It had rained for a week before. She’s a tiny woman but those heels sank right down and she got stuck.
At grandma's funeral, one of my aunts came and fell to the floor, when she got up, she said "s**t i almost die too".. People around her started laughing histerically, and then went back to crying lol.
We took my FIL ashes in a plane piloted by my BIL. This was all illegal but we did it. When my wife through the ashes out of the front window 1/2 of them ended up on my face.
Things don't always work out as planned when someone gets their ashes hauled.
Haha this reminded me of the toddler in Meet the Fockers, ash hooole. 🤣
Load More Replies...Back in the 70's, my grandpa used to entertain the neighborhood kids by burying twinkies in the ground and saying "let's grow a twinkie plant". At his funeral, all of us were given handfuls of twinkies to throw into the hole with him. Also I had a friend who worked part time at a cemetery. He said it's surprisingly common for pallbearers to drop the casket and / or slip in the hole.
What, dropping the casket or slipping in to the hole?
Load More Replies...After the funeral, my parents had a double urn. Dad's ashes I guess were stored until Mom died. So there they both were united in death in a double urn n at the front of the church. They were very close, pretty moving funeral.I was the one taking it home, interment later ( another story). Car *flies* up our lane in a cloud of dust. Funeral home guy gets out with wooden ern- it's Dad's ashes. I guess someone called " Er, wasn't this guy supposed to be in a double urn? " Transferred ashes right there in our driveway with a funnel. Poor guy was *really* upset and kept apologizing while dust Dad flew around although most of him went in there. I don't think funeral guy believed me when we laughed SO hard, told him no, no one's angry. Dad would have gotten a giant kick out of being misplaced at his own funeral too.
My dad was cremated as well and I have his ashes XD (My mom is still pretending he's not dead. Long story.) I think I will start calling him "Dust Dad" from now on XD I intend on taking a road trip to our old family vacation spot in Arizona with some of his ashes - I hope I don't end up with a Dust Dad dust devil XD
At the funeral of my great-aunt Allene (pronounced al-een) apparently nobody thought to tell the guy delivering the service how to, you know, actually pronounce her name. He kept saying it "i-leen". So we started giggling. Every cousin, every grand-niece and nephew, her brother. We couldn't stop. We weren't crying because of the beauty of the service.... we were crying trying to hold in the laughter.
At a great- great something’s funeral (aunt? Grandmother? Can’t recall), the minister kept saying Ethel. Her name was Myrtle; Ethel was her sister (thankfully pre-deceased her or it would have been really awkward). He was a stand-in for the family’s usual minister, so made a few errors. He also emphasized that she was “tea-total” & “never a drop of alcohol passed her lips”. He was REALLY going at this description & my mom is struggling to maintain composure. The great-great had LOVED my mom’s Christmas cake, which was regularly doused in alcohol as it “seasoned” from summer to December every year.
My wife's maternal grandfather died and had a church funeral. The Vicar gave a nice but somewhat generic eulogy, but it mentioned her grandfather often so it seemed personal. About three months later, my wife's material grandmother died and also had a church funeral. The same Vicar gave the exact same eulogy and didn't even bother to change it at all, he mentioned her grandfather again throughout but never her grandmother at her grandmother's own funeral. I don't know if the Vicar was senile or just lazy, but my wife was beyond appalled.
Unless the grandma was just a material girl, I think that was supposed to be "maternal"
My grandpa was adamant that his niece didn't speak at my grandma's funeral. He has his reasons for not liking her that I won't get into, but she wormed her way into it. He also didn't want to do the happy trails but that wish went ignored as well.
My grandfather was a sailor and his dying wish was that his ashes would be scattered on the winds in the sea. Another thing to know about my grandfather was that he was a jokester. So there we were on the beach in the middle of the winter, my mom was wearing this very long heavy jacket. As we are scattering his ashes out of nowhere this huge wave comes up and sweeps my mom, my grandma and my sister nearly into the sea. As we try to get them up, another wave comes up and wets the rest of us. But my mom took the grunt because her jacket became heavy with water, she was not amused. I swear my grandfather was there and was probably laughing his a*s off. We were miserable at that time, but now remember it as grandpa's last joke on us.
Yeah, "taking the grunt" creates an imagery that might be the exact opposite of the intended
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At my grandmother's funeral because I was more familiar with the idea of releasing the ashes. She, however, was in an elaborate urn that was to be buried, so that really should've tipped me off. As they were digging the hole, I (while surrounded by several much more applicable persons) was inexplicably handed the urn. Once the hole was ready I was told to bring it forth, and as I made my way up there, in a haze of grief and nerves, tried to pry that bad boy open. I'm so relieved today at how well-sealed it was.
I once had to attend a funeral on behalf of my office. The college-aged child of one of our board members had committed [self-harm]. Coincidentally, the office had just recently told me they were eliminating my position but asked me to stay for a few extra weeks to wrap up some work. At that point I was the most expendable person to be sent off on a diplomatic mission. A colleague who I really hit it off with agreed to road trip down to the funeral (it was a couple of hours drive). We had such a blast on the drive down, talking and joking, that we found it really hard to adjust to the reality of the situation we were going into. And when we got to the closed casket service, we saw that they had a framed picture of the deceased in his football uniform, which instantly reminded us of the "I love my dead, gay son" scene in the movie Heathers. That set off the most inappropriate laughing fit in both of us that we were struggling to control. One would think we had smoked spliff on the way down there as the deep well of laugher just kept overflowing. It was all we could go to keep grabbing tissues to cover our faces to make like we were upset and crying. It was horrible. Our plan had been to show up for the wake, pay our respects, and then duck out before we got roped into attending the long, Catholic funeral mass. But my car got blocked in and when the procession began to pull out, I was afraid that all of the cars behind me would follow me if I turned the wrong way. So we kind of had to go to the church. The whole thing was like the lost episode of Seinfeld. If I already didn't know that I wouldn't be working in that office much longer, I would have been sure they would have fired me after that train wreck of a funeral appearance.
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral - can't understand what I mean, well you soon will.
Barenaked Ladies! “Trying hard not to smile, though I feel bad”
Load More Replies...When I was 19 I had a high school class mate kill himself. Everyone pretended they didn't know why. The funeral home was so packed it couldn't house everyone. Most of them were filled with people that did nothing but s**t on the kid but "wah....let's be sad". The dad also acted like it was a "shocker" but he is the one that kicked his kid into living in the shed in the backyard for being caught with a bag of weed.
I completely sympathise with this one, one of my best friends killed herself at 15 and at the funeral I remember seeing a bunch of girls from our year, who I doubt even knew her, dressed up in attention grabbing clothes and sat in the 2nd row. We (me, my other best friend and our parents) were sat about half way back, behind the family. It's been almost 25 years and I still resent those girls.
... whenever the punishment, the legal consequences of drüg use are more severe than the impact on physical and mental health, something's severely wrong. But, this may be some time ago. Not to apologize anybody of anything, but weed has been framed as the ticket into everything bad for decades straight. Anyone know the movie "reefer madness"? Yeah, that kind of stuff. Tried to ingrain that in us, and that was the nineties. Actually, we were just disappointed that all it got us at first try was being thirsty, falling asleep on the bus and riding to its final station and back. But, anyway, once the damage is done, everybody's sad. Bullies can make your life hell, but have no issue turning around and having cried-off make up of a night's worth of sobbing on them a second later. Deep inside them, at least some know they're sad because it's their fault, and it won't ever leave them, once they pushed someone THAT far. No going back. Everything can be reconciled but death.
I saw several woman faint, and the wife threw herself on the coffin in the funeral home and sang a song in Spanish. She was carried out.
Witnessed a fight at the funeral service. Someone my husband worked with for a long time passed away unexpectedly so we went to the funeral. We knew that he was going through a divorce, but both his almost ex-wife and his girlfriend who I guess he cheated on his wife with were there, and when the wife was speaking, the girlfriend got up to speak, and it turned out into a huge fight I mean, like punches were thrown Stuff was knocked over. It was like something out of a reality TV show. My husband and I just kind of ducked out because we didn’t know what was going on and everybody from the family was screaming at each other.
My grandma who is very young and not even close to senile decided it was appropriate to sing the Meow Mix theme at my great uncle’s funeral. The whole entire song. My great uncle hoarded cats, dead and alive. Along with their urine. It was a weird day.
And then, the whole bus clapped. Err, I'm sorry, I meant, the whole trailer park got high on crystal.
At an open casket wake, a friend of the deceased attempted to give her a drink of single malt whiskey. She ended up being forcibly removed as she wouldn't stop and spilled a lot of the alcohol in the casket. It was as horrible and inappropriate as it was heartbreaking - for everyone.
I know funerals are for the living, but I wouldn't mind someone tryin' to give me one for the road, even if I can't taste it.
when my uncle died in spring, one of his friends did this. Spill a bottle in my casked, friends. I would always be for everything you can do to make yourself feel better.
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Uncle’s funeral. He passed away at age 62. His crazy ex-girlfriend from 20 years ago was drunk and shouting “it was your baby!”
I knew it was her because she did the same at my wedding reception before passing out in the bushes behind the building.
Hmm - my dad's funeral. God I have never forgotten. (Scenario - open coffin, etc. people walking around) I walked up, scared as I was to see my dad ..in a casket. I was a kid. I had elder sibs around me. I was just looking at the flower arrangements walking around. I heard a huge breath - sigh - that came from my dad's coffin. I stopped in my tracks and looked at Dad and was stunned. My brother came to me a few moments later noticing that something was off. I asked him - did you hear that? No, what? Nevermind. Sorry not funny like the ones I've been reading. Some of these are way too funny!
I had a friend tell me about a funeral she attended as a child; the body sat up! This was before Ray Stevens' song, "I ain't sitting up with the Dead No More."
Load More Replies...I have a list...this is all one funeral. The deceased's husband calmly stood up, walked to the casket, paused, and then threw himself on the floor, shouting, "I will be with you soon!" in the middle of the rosary. One of his friends showed up in full Renaissance Faire garb. They put her in the grave backward, then had to raise her to turn the casket around. They nearly dropped her, and her brothers had to assist the workers. His friend also helped. He did not. After the burial, he and his friends had a very happy, loud photoshoot by a tree. He showed up late to the wake, flopped down on the couch in the room everyone was gathered in, and slept for 4 hours.
I'm confused. Who is the "He" in the last two paragraphs? The widower?
I think so. Technically the subject never changes from the deceased's husband, even if it's a little confusing and would have been clearer if OP had reiterated that they were speaking of the widower.
Load More Replies...My mom isn't a native English speaker. Nor is she one to think too hard. She organized her FIL's "celebration of life" and thought it was suppose to be an actual celebration... like a party. So, she hired a DJ and had him play fun music. She even tried to get people to dance with her. My teenage a*s didn't have the heart to tell her how inappropriate it was. I had hoped all of the non-participating, frowny-faced, white people would have given her a clue.
This is actually kinda sweet. Maybe that's what the deceased would have wanted anyway.
Oh, I'm definitely having a costume party for my funeral. Come dressed to impress or get out. Those will be my final demands. I also expect to be buried in full costume as well. I haven't decided as what yet.
A story from a friend who helped arrange things and keep the peace during the event: Guy died, and it turned out he had TWO wives and TWO separate families who didn't know about each other prior to his death. For some reason, they decided to have one funeral. One family sat on the right and one on the left.
The implied alternative, multiple funerals, would be pretty weird too. Like a band on tour or something.
Isaac Singer, the sewing machine magnate, had several families! The kids generally knew, apparently...but not all the moms did.
You guys won’t believe me but idgaf. My dad passed when I was 26. At his funeral, a 30-something-year-old man walked up to me and very unceremoniously, almost smugly, told me that my dad was also his dad. I quickly excused myself from this f****d up situation.
Fast forward ~2hrs to the reception. There’s a weird guy, maybe in his early 30’s, in my house who just kind of showed up with the crowd. I ask him who he is. Choking back tears, he tells me that My Dad’s Name was his father but he “hadn’t seen him since he was a kid”. I ask him if he knows the guy from earlier, thinking in a panic that maybe my dad had a secret second family. He has no idea what the hell I’m talking about. I tell him to please enjoy my liquor cabinet, I don’t have the mental energy for this.
I never spoke to either of these men again, don’t know their full names or contact info, have never mentioned any of this to a single soul, but apparently I have half siblings running around out here.
I discovered 4 half siblings when I was in my 20s and making contact and trying to build relationships with them was one of the worst things that happened in my life. Just because you share the same DNA and blood doesn't mean you share anything else in common. If anyone here reading this has discovered previously unkown half siblings then please think for a long time whether or not to pursue them.
I spent forty years searching for my lost half siblings. My mother had--and threw away--seven children, some of whom I met via family, others through DNA searches. My two brothers are voluntarily estranged, but in 2022 my four sisters and I had our first reunion, and absolutely love one another. Sometimes, albeit rarely, the search has a happy ending.
Load More Replies...At my grandmas funeral my husband and I asked the owner of the funeral home if we could use their restroom (Use it separately obvs). He looked at me annoyed/confused and said, “I guess, but we built the restroom before there were equal rights”. He was an old white man from a very rural Midwest town. I’m a white woman and my husband is from Mexico. Apparently he never planned to let women or POC use the bathroom?? Bizarre Also the number of old white people who told my husband, “you must be so cold!” Bc we were in the midwest during the winter and he has brown skin. Lol those people were too much.
Equal rights have always existed. Just some jerks didn't recognize them.
I saw a woman lean over the open casket and take a top down photo. It was just weird to my mom and I. We had never seen anyone take photos of the deceased.
Taking pictures of the deceased was very common in late Victorian or early Edwardian years. Photographs were expensive for some, and a death photo would be the only one that they had. Sometimes the parent will be holding a deceased child, propped to try to resemble life. Other times siblings were placed around the deceased child or around a deceased parent. Many of these pictures still exist today. Post Mortem photography.
I took a few photos of my dad after he died. I even had my boyfriend take one of me laying my face next to my dad's. It's been three years since my dad died and I can't.. I haven't been able to go back and look at those photos yet. I was the only one in my family who stayed with him the night he died (my mom and sister bailed) and it seemed important to me to take a few pictures of my dad after he had died. I'm not sure why.
I mean, maybe she was supposed to prove she went to the funeral to get paid bereavement but didn't realize a funeral program would suffice? Some jobs are weird. My job has never required I bring in proof but my son's school required a program when the grandfather he was named after died in order to excuse his absence.
Not super crazy but I watched four people pushing a hearse through the cemetery to the cathedral because the engine broke down on the way to the funeral. I also didn't realize until after the funeral that my car had a big sticker on the back that said "BUT DID YOU DIE?".
Pretty sure they meant that they didn't realise because they forgot about it.
Load More Replies...My brother set up a tripod and camera at grandpa's funeral to record himself. He went up to make a speech, and tried to weave in everything possible about my grandfather being Christian. And of course his relationship was the closest of anyone in the family (not true). Then he went on a tirade about "muslims" and how my grandfather hated them. 100% false. My grandfather didn't give a damn what anyone's religion, race, culture etc. He had several friends that were Muslim, Jewish, not religious etc. It was so f*****g offensive to try and assign hatred to such a great man. It took everything I had not to get up and stop him, but my family is so toxic they would have blamed me and thrown a fit for the next 5 years (no joke). .
I'm a minister so I've had my share of awkward funeral experiences. A few come to mind... At one funeral, the only people that showed up were the wife and her two kids. They were very poor and originally from another state and the husband/father had a massive heart attack. I tried to preach it as if the place were full, but it was just a sad situation. Another one was for a former d**g addict who's liver had given out on him just as he was trying to stay clean. It's time for the funeral to start and the wife is in her car trying to get herself together because she's high on pills. Meanwhile, the urn with his ashes haven't made it yet because her neighbor was supposed to bring them and no one can locate her. So I finally just flat out tell her we have to start, ashes or no ashes, and proceed with the funeral. The funeral itself, is another story of itself.
Saw embalming fluids leak from her eyes when we (immediate family members) first approached her casket. We were already crying as we approached her, and when the embalming fluids leaked out like that, people said it was her crying with us. She was only 24-years-old when she lost her battle to lupus. I know she was not ready to go.
Neighbor passed away. Went to his funeral. As the hearse pulled away from the funeral home towards the grave, the guys sister screamed and cried and chased the hearse while pounding the rear window. She was a huge (tall and built) Caribbean lady and needed to be restrained by 4 people. I was there with my other neighbor and we couldn't believe it.
Heartbreak from the loss of a loved one is like no other feeling in the world. Here in the West we are supposed to show 'restraint and to just 'behave' (effectively suffer in silence) whereas other cultures wail loud and do things like this, basically the things we feel like doing ourselves (it did say she was Caribbean.)
Ok I can finally laugh about this now - Saw an obit for a Women I casually knew . Got to the wake and looked in the casket -I had no idea who the deceased was . Talk about embarrassing! I was asked in the receiving line how I knew her . I had to make up something quick so I told her daughter- “From the factory - to which she replied -“My mother never worked in a factory “! I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
I’m usually the spectacle along with my sister. We get the nervous giggles. At one funeral the recorded music seemed to be coming out of the heating ducts and we pretty much lost it when “How Great (Grate) Thou Art” wafted through. Luckily we can laugh silently. But I was sitting next to my godmother and she thought I was upset and put her arm around me. Without thinking I said, “that’s OK, I’m laughing.”.
My sister called my grandma white trash at my grandpas memorial service for marrying her sisters (our great aunts) ex… they went on 1 date and it’s way trashier to insult a mourning widow to her face.
I can't remember how old I was.. maybe 9? My grandfather passed and bc I wasn't allowed to go to my grandmother's funeral years before because I was considered too young to be there for that, I insisted I speak at his funeral. My mom agreed and I did pretty good but I've always wondered if it was inappropriate to bring up the time he threatened me with a butter knife because I tried to uphold my mom's instructions to not let him have any hard candy.. for some reason why I don't remember? I made it light-hearted, and I feel like I went about it the right way as I remember easy, light laughter, but I've always wondered was I out of line, distasteful?
One of the only clear memories I have of my paternal grandmother was her threatening my sisters and I. She picked us up from our mom's house and was taking us to our dad, at her house about an hour away. My sisters and I were kids, like single-digit age, we're being kids laughing and talking. We were only a couple minutes into the long drive when grandma says "If you don't shut up I'll strangle you with a plastic bag" 😶 -absolute silence for the rest of the trip.
My husband's coworker died, and we went to the funeral. The coworker's boyfriend who was suspected of abusing her in the past and giving her the d***s she accidentally overdosed on had a freakout at the lunch reception while Evanescence "My Immortal" played. Screaming, limbs flailing, tearing down photo billboards of the deceased. Just a royal mess, I can never hear that song again. Then there's the one for my uncle who was Zoroastrian. The event was really nice, included a brief description for everyone of the religion's tenets (good thoughts, words, deeds) and a lot of messaging about general love and acceptance that transcends divisiveness. Then my uncle's second wife comes up and brags about how she pestered him for years to convert and "when he was finally on his deathbed I convinced him to repeat after me, 'I accept Jesus,' so I know he's actually in heaven right now." All my family was mouth agape just wtf awkward cringe.
Some things are best kept to themselves. Poor guy was probably absolutely out of it on his deathbed and was just repeating anything he heard (seen it before as I did palliative/end of life care for a decade.) He is wherever he intended to be now ♥️
It's amazing how often they ignore the concept of intent. Like just saying the words is a magic get-out-of-jail-free card
Load More Replies...I accept Jesus is very embarrassed at some things done in his name.
My friend, who was an atheist, died in her early 20's due to complications during surgery. At her funeral, they tried to make her sound like she was a Christian.
Fortunarely pretty much every funeral I've been to has been pretty normal. The only thing I've got is more funnily awkward than anything else. So my great grandma passed away when I was about 15-16, learning how to drive. My parents agreed to have me drive the car when we went in the funeral procession because it's a new thing to experience as a new driver (and hey, I needed hours on the road.) I was told that when they motion you to pull out of the parking lot to GO, and to be decently quick with it, because the procession won't wait for you. When it was my turn, I panicked a little and slammed on the gas, car in park, and revved the living S**T out of the engine of my mom's car in the parking lot of a funeral. My grandma would've found it absolutely hilarious so I only felt a little extremely embarrassed. Now it's really funny to look back on.
It's my uncle who has the story -- went to the funeral of a Pentecostal guy he knew and a dude with whom I once piled lumber at a mill attempted to resurrect the deceased via the power of the Lord-uh.
I swear, if none of my friends or family try to resurrect me at my funeral, I'm haunting every single one of them.
Went to the funeral for a friend's wife, he brought his new girlfriend who he "just met" to the funeral.
I knew a woman whose father did that. He started an affair with his wife’s best friend while the wife (who was of sound mind right until the end) was dying. He introduced her as his fiancée at the funeral and married her as soon as he had the death certificate. My friend said her mother knew about the affair and was devastated. She hasn’t spoken to her father since.
Ultimate cheap date. You don't even have to bring flowers. Hope the girlfriend appreciated how weird this was.
Cars following too close heading to the cemetery, 3 just in front of us rear ended each other, at least one broken arm. At the end of the ceremony there was a loud noise from a clear sky, sounded like dry leaves being blown around. Everyone heard it. We all just looked at each other.
At my brother's funeral graveside service right before the preacher prayed and they would lower the casket into the ground.... His son says very loud so all could hear. "For anybody that knew my dad...give me a big "HELL YEA" And he got a couple "HELL YEA's" During the same funeral my sister was on the phone calling a tow truck to pull my nephews truck out of a ditch the he ran into as he parked at the graveside service. There is more but this is enough for now.
If you're old enough to drive a truck, you're old enough to call your own tow truck not have mommy do it.
You know, sometimes people just like to help others. Maybe she felt better for being able to do something? There's no indication here that the nephew wasn't willing to do it himself, but your first response is to harp-on about American hyper-independence and individual responsibility. It's a post about funerals and that's your first response? How bitter are you?
Load More Replies...I did something rather stupid, recently. Went to a funeral for my friend's dad, a distinguished, kind, beautiful man of nearly 100 years old who had a colorful and interesting life. Had my glasses pushed back on my head as I bent down at the casket kneeler, but they slid off and quickly bounced under the casket itself. I gently grabbed the casket side as I tried to elegantly reach down and get my glasses but they were further back than I expected and I ended up pulling the side of the casket apart. There was a ripping sound and a thin piece of wood pulled back from the casket interior as well as the fabric material as I floundered about praying I wouldn't topple the casket over onto myself. Tried to quickly push it all back together before anyone could see what had happened but the ripping sound and rocking casket gave it away and we all had a good laugh but not really. The family members were not pleased.
Some b***h who had never even met the deceased (her boyfriend’s former boss) couldn’t stop bawling when literally not even the family was crying. and that b***h was me.
Some people get very emotional very easily and cannot control these emotions,. Death and funerals are extremely sad occurrences, so I can only assume (hope) it was the case here, and not some random b***h seeing attention.
Load More Replies...I really couldn't handle funerals or funeral homes, not sure why. I just kept remembering my Granpa's funeral when I was around 6. I loved him, he was the best Granpa, I was so mad at my cousin because she didn't cry. JFK was assassinated the next year and all I could do was lay in a corner and cry.
At my ex FILs funeral, the preacher who had known them both for years started going into how difficult it was for him to have lived with my late MIL, as she could be a contrary woman.
Maybe there should be a policy for the family to pre-approve a printed version of the eulogy before the speaker opens his or her mouth.
At my late sister-in-law's memorial service, I gave the priest a eulogy prepared by the family. He read it from the pulpit word for word.
Load More Replies...It was very surreal, but at Grandpa's funeral, when I got there, everyone was chitchatting, people paying their respects. Open casket. Little by little people noticed me. I've always been like a wallflower in the spotlight with the family if that makes sense. Chattering turned to whispers, whispers to silent as I walked to the doors of the chapel of the funeral home. People stepped back, walked out of the chapel, and I walked in and up to Grandpa's casket. Completely alone, everything and everyone was completely silent. Everyone watching from the doorway. It didn't occur to me until later when someone asked why everyone did that. Family friend said "don't know, it just felt right. She was the apple of his eye. She deserves it I guess?" Super surreal. It wasn't until I walked back out like 5 minutes after my time with Grandpa someone hugged me, someone squeezed my shoulder, people asked how I was holding on. Seemed more people, family included, were more focused on me than my dad and aunts and uncles and other grandkids.
During the viewing the granddaughter (who was a wallflower) got to be all alone with the deceased because everyone else walked out of the room when they noticed her coming up.
Load More Replies...My great grandfather passed away when i was about 7 years old. he was buried with a hat on his head that had tits in a bikini and tons of beer cans and bottles. imagine seeing a dead man wearing that at the age of 7. not to mention my family ate, talked and laughed all while he was sitting in the front of the room still in his casket. OPENED may i add. it was strange to say the least.
The funereal home being asked to give my mom Light red lipstick and gave her clown grade.
A friend's son committed [self-harm]. At his service, the son's best friend went to the podium to say a few words. He mumbled a bit then held a briefcase up over his head, yelled "I finally got you! This funeral is the bomb!" and threw the case on the floor.
Mass panic ensued. It's a miracle nobody was hurt as the entire place emptied out in seconds.
Suicide. Let it be said. It's already a stigma in society to talk about it and erasing the word ain't gonna erase the problem. Suicide.
The weird part is they censored the word suicide, but there's another story where the phrase "k*led himself" was used! So inconsistent.
Load More Replies...The word is suicide. Suicide. All this stupid censorship is doing is adding stigma to an already stigmatized act. I attempted suicide. Not self harm. SUICIDE!
That was an act of terrorism. Was the idiot arrested as he should have been?
A childhood friend OD’ed at Christmas - there was a musical montage at the start of the funeral, which included a state school fight song followed by the Star Spangled Banner, to which someone in the front shouted “alright goddammit play ball!!!” after the song wrapped - it was his Dad. 🫠 The deceased had a chalky appearance (open casket) & there was a Joker playing card placed above his heart. Weirdest funeral I’ve been to, & I’ve been to more than most (large Deep Southern family).
Yeah. Son of South Carolinians here. Funerals are big events down there. Used to be even bigger before they paved all the roads.
Now with the paved roads, you can go to other places for entertainment? Sorry, but I don't understand about the paved roads.
Load More Replies...Not crazy, but I guess strange but during my grandmothers funeral last year, the topic wasn't my grandmother. At least not by some family members. They began mentioning me, stuff about my life, car, a job, some girl I got busy with (by some strange miracle). It was like bullying style. I'm not usually confrontational and I was caught off guard by it. It kept going until another invite there told them to drop the subject and that it was disrespectful.
At my grandfather’s funeral, the conversation was all about me and my future progeny. I was 21, and at university. We have an unusual surname, and my grandfather was the only one (of four boys) to have a son. My father had just one son, me. So the talk at the funeral was about me providing make heirs. Even to the point of referring to a family trust. Massively disrespectful. I’m now nearly fifty, and my wife and I agreed, when we got together shortly after this funeral, not to have children. I’ve never seen a penny from any family trust.
I'm the one who caused the mystery at my FIL's funeral. He had a lifelong habit of tucking a toothpick above one ear. I chose a quiet moment when no one was paying attention to linger at the open casket just long enough to tuck a fresh toothpick over his ear, and gradually the room buzzed with everyone wondering how it appeared since clearly the funeral home hadn't put it there. It will always be my little secret.
Not going to be your little secret for long 'Stephanie Did It'!. Lol
Load More Replies...which one of the actual funny not awkward parts of the funeral stories would you like us to reinact? 😁
Load More Replies...I have a few - when the minister started prating at my aunt’s funeral and everyone bowed their head, my five year old niece said loudly “what are you all looking at?” Our whole row burst out laughing. My aunt would have thought that was hilarious. The second one - My cousin had these two old aunties, Aggie and Jane, on the other side of her family that I would see every five years or so. Jane passed away when I was away at school. But, a few years later at my grandmother’s, I saw Jane come in. I said to my cousin “I thought your Auntie Jane passed away?” My cousin said “No, that’s Auntie Aggie. She’s wearing Jane’s wig. She said it’s a perfectly good wig with lots of wear left in it.” This struck us as hilarious and we laughed so hard that my mother told us to leave the room and compose ourselves before the service started
I became a superhero at a funeral. It was a dozen years ago now, for my Great-Uncle Ray. He was the last living veteran of WWII in the family, and also the only Eagle Scout, BSA. (Until my son earned it a few years later.) In any case, during the wake, I experienced growing abdominal pain. I was not missing the funeral, so I went the next day in a miserable state. I went directly to the hospital afterwards. I self-diagnosed Appendicitis, but did not know the root cause. In any case, something in my Uncle must have morphed into me - because it turned out to be Stage III Colon cancer. I obviously survived (and still in fine health), but my superpower now is that I beat cancer.
My husband's younger brother died. As the siblings went to scatter their brothers ashes a huge gust of wind blew out of nowhere on what was a calm still day. The ashes up everywhere, they were coated in them. Both siblings were gagging and choking on the ashes. It was my brother in laws last practical joke on them they figured. He went out as he lived, recklessly.
I grew up a country boy and learned very young that the best fights can be seen at funerals. Always think before you speak because there is always someone nearby that doesn't like you.
The only weird one I can think of was at the funeral for a young man who had died in an automobile accident, leaving behind a wife and three small children. One of the widow's uncles asked her if he was texting her when driving, and if that had caused the accident.
How can ppl be so clueless? This should have resulted in Uncle being committed
Load More Replies...I hope this text box is big enough. I just need to get this out. My very average, loving fiance has this completely BONKERS list of demands for his funeral. Some of those demands include, but are not limited to, and are subject to change and increase is dramatics: handing out little trinkets to guests containing a mini- ouija board with a note saying "lets keep in touch"; hiring a couple of actors to come in mid-service and stand ominously at the back of the room wearing long trench coats, dark sunglasses and fedoras, saying nothing to anyone; being laid FACE DOWN in his casket so that anyone that disliked him can have the opportunity to kiss his rear one last time; have all his friends go up to make speeches telling wild, embellished stories about all the wild times they spent together and ending with "i cannot believe this BIOTCH had the AUDACITY TO JUST UP AND DI3 LIKE THAT"; his casket is to have a confetti canon activate once it's lowered into the ground.
These are all fantastic ideas. The being laid face down part might be my favourite
Load More Replies...In Hindu culture we mourn the dead for 13 days. One of my great uncles died and towards the end of the 13 days we went to visit his family and everyone were so normal as if nothing had changed. Some people were in fact talking about how they didn’t like the way he spoke with them back when he was alive
I'm the one who caused the mystery at my FIL's funeral. He had a lifelong habit of tucking a toothpick above one ear. I chose a quiet moment when no one was paying attention to linger at the open casket just long enough to tuck a fresh toothpick over his ear, and gradually the room buzzed with everyone wondering how it appeared since clearly the funeral home hadn't put it there. It will always be my little secret.
Not going to be your little secret for long 'Stephanie Did It'!. Lol
Load More Replies...which one of the actual funny not awkward parts of the funeral stories would you like us to reinact? 😁
Load More Replies...I have a few - when the minister started prating at my aunt’s funeral and everyone bowed their head, my five year old niece said loudly “what are you all looking at?” Our whole row burst out laughing. My aunt would have thought that was hilarious. The second one - My cousin had these two old aunties, Aggie and Jane, on the other side of her family that I would see every five years or so. Jane passed away when I was away at school. But, a few years later at my grandmother’s, I saw Jane come in. I said to my cousin “I thought your Auntie Jane passed away?” My cousin said “No, that’s Auntie Aggie. She’s wearing Jane’s wig. She said it’s a perfectly good wig with lots of wear left in it.” This struck us as hilarious and we laughed so hard that my mother told us to leave the room and compose ourselves before the service started
I became a superhero at a funeral. It was a dozen years ago now, for my Great-Uncle Ray. He was the last living veteran of WWII in the family, and also the only Eagle Scout, BSA. (Until my son earned it a few years later.) In any case, during the wake, I experienced growing abdominal pain. I was not missing the funeral, so I went the next day in a miserable state. I went directly to the hospital afterwards. I self-diagnosed Appendicitis, but did not know the root cause. In any case, something in my Uncle must have morphed into me - because it turned out to be Stage III Colon cancer. I obviously survived (and still in fine health), but my superpower now is that I beat cancer.
My husband's younger brother died. As the siblings went to scatter their brothers ashes a huge gust of wind blew out of nowhere on what was a calm still day. The ashes up everywhere, they were coated in them. Both siblings were gagging and choking on the ashes. It was my brother in laws last practical joke on them they figured. He went out as he lived, recklessly.
I grew up a country boy and learned very young that the best fights can be seen at funerals. Always think before you speak because there is always someone nearby that doesn't like you.
The only weird one I can think of was at the funeral for a young man who had died in an automobile accident, leaving behind a wife and three small children. One of the widow's uncles asked her if he was texting her when driving, and if that had caused the accident.
How can ppl be so clueless? This should have resulted in Uncle being committed
Load More Replies...I hope this text box is big enough. I just need to get this out. My very average, loving fiance has this completely BONKERS list of demands for his funeral. Some of those demands include, but are not limited to, and are subject to change and increase is dramatics: handing out little trinkets to guests containing a mini- ouija board with a note saying "lets keep in touch"; hiring a couple of actors to come in mid-service and stand ominously at the back of the room wearing long trench coats, dark sunglasses and fedoras, saying nothing to anyone; being laid FACE DOWN in his casket so that anyone that disliked him can have the opportunity to kiss his rear one last time; have all his friends go up to make speeches telling wild, embellished stories about all the wild times they spent together and ending with "i cannot believe this BIOTCH had the AUDACITY TO JUST UP AND DI3 LIKE THAT"; his casket is to have a confetti canon activate once it's lowered into the ground.
These are all fantastic ideas. The being laid face down part might be my favourite
Load More Replies...In Hindu culture we mourn the dead for 13 days. One of my great uncles died and towards the end of the 13 days we went to visit his family and everyone were so normal as if nothing had changed. Some people were in fact talking about how they didn’t like the way he spoke with them back when he was alive
