Funerals are solemn events to remember someone who has passed on. It’s when the person’s friends and loved ones gather to find comfort and strength in a time of grief. Some choose to see it as a celebration of life and a way to keep fond memories flourishing.
It’s never a place where inappropriate or entitled behavior is welcome, yet it unfortunately still happens. And as these stories prove, some people seem to have no limits when it comes to their rudeness.
From doing illicit substances behind tombstones to callously disrespecting the deceased’s body, these accounts disappointingly show how horrible some human beings can be.
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My uncle died and at his funeral my cousin (his son) was crying. Some old timer uncle came up to him and said “stop crying you’re a man you’re embarrassing us”. I never wanted to slap someone at a funeral more than at that moment.
doubly f-ed with a flag pole. I gotta remember that one.
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Load More Replies...I'd encourage OP to slap the old coot and then backfist him myself!!! SMH!!! >:-(
It's always, always, always ethical to straight clown an old a*s man at a funeral for shaming someone's tears. I'll even go one step further and say it's alway unethical to NOT rock an old a*s man at a funeral for shaming someone's tears. S**t, you should give 'em the ol' Scottish Hello at the luncheon afterwards, too.
I'd be slapping him and then telling him he's a heartless c**t and not much of a man if he has no emotion to show.
crying ar a funeral is the whole point almost. also men can cry as long as its not for wimpy things but this isn't wimpy.
Priest called the deceased 'full of sin' and refused one of his final requests that his dog's ashes be buried with him.
His son didn't care and snuck in his dog's ashes with him anyways.
I'm old school Christian. I will still f**k someone up for heresy like that "priest."
Load More Replies...Time to report all the way up the chain: the priest's superior, the bishop, as far up as you can go. And go on social media, too.
Not if he's Catholic. It's official doctrine that all humans are full of sin by default and the officiating priests will say so. Friends of mine lost their baby at 6 months; they are practising Catholics and at the funeral service the priest said several times that the child would have her sins forgiven.
Load More Replies...My colleagues' father died and the hospital made a spelling mistake in his name. Instead of Davis, the death certificate had 'Devi' which is a hindu name. So by default they mentioned Hindu under the religion column. The church refused to hold the final rites because of this. The same church that they used to attend every Sunday for almost 40 years. The poor girl was the only daughter and had to run around the hospital to get the mistake rectified while the body was left in the hospital morgue. Only when the certificate showed the correct details, the church allowed to move forward.
Horrible. I am so very sorry. The so-called church should be ashamed!
Load More Replies...If the ashes were to be interred in a churchyard, then the request would likely be refused because the churchyard is considered consecrated ground, not because the priest was being a p***k.
Why can't the dog be buried in consecrated ground? It's just as much one of God's creatures as any of us - and probably much more worthy.
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Not a funeral per se but I worked with a horticulturist that had previously been employed by the UK War Graves Commission - they tend the cemeteries of UK and Commonwealth forces that died overseas. It was usually a British supervisor with local staff. One of his French workers had a small dog that went everywhere with them until the dog sadly died while at a cemetery in Normandy, France. The crew gathered around and buried the dog on the outside of the consecreted grounds. Roll forwards a few months and they are back. One of the labourers comes up to him with a British couple in tow. "Where's the dog buried?" they asked. He said he had visions of his pension going up in flames. "Dog? There's no dog buried here." They insisted and so they went to the chapel and sure enough on D-Day a British paratrooper had jumped into battle with his dog. Both were kïlled and were buried together. Private Emile Servais Corteil, a 19-y/o and his dog Glen.
Who the Hell was this so-called priest! If he started with the full of sin stuff at the funeral of someone I cared about, I would have called an immediate halt to the funeral and kicked his sorry a*s out! I assume he was a Catholic priest and this is just one more reason I have no respect for the catholic religion.
Not a funeral but when my grandad passed and we went to view his body at the crematorium my aunt started stealing from the facility the second the employees back was turned. Just shoving anything that wasn't nailed down into her purse and pockets. Unbelievable. And yes we called her out and made her put it all back.
I would have called the police, she probably steals wherever she goes
Not excusing the behavior- but it may possibly have been kleptomania.
This is really hard for me to write in words the pain I witnessed, gone through.
In Highschool we were always the same 4 guys together. Jonas, Blake, Matthew and I. 4 nerds spending the days together, every, single, day. We had a very nice bond together and we went along very well. We jokingly said " We'll stay together, in touch, forever and beyond until death splits us".
2 of the 4 died, in 2010, in a car crash. (Blake and Jonas). They were on their way to Matthew's, for his birthday. Jonas had previously told Matthew he wouldn't miss his birthday and 100% would attend. Circumstances being he died and the party never occured.
Matt and I were just demolished to the fact the quatuor was now a duo. We missed our friends terribly, and I still do.
This is where it gets really hard.
During the funerals, Matt came to me and said "Do you remember what we werr saying in Highschool? That we'd always be together, around each other no matter what?" I replied "Of course I do."
He walked towards the two coffins laying next to eachother and drank a liquid that made him collapse. He was called dead when the paramedics arrived. (I'm sorry, I don't feel like writing any more details to this. It's already very painful to write).
The quatuor is now a solo.
I will probably seem like a bad person, but when we did that promise in Highschool, I thought it was real, but I wouldn't have done what Matthew did. He took it very seriously and respected the promise. I wouldn't have added more pain to the broken hearts/families by ending myself to respect a promise.
They are now buried in the same cemetery, few stones from eachother. I visited them 5 times a year minimum (during each individual birthday + the crash day + Funerals day).
Sorry for my bad english.
Jeez, tragedy taking away 2 Broskis and a broken heart taking another... Sorry for your loss... T_T
There is no way to send you enough hearts. YOU did NOT deserve that and I'm sure your dear friends are waiting patiently for you to live out the life they didn't get to experience. , I hope you meet them in the everlast in God's care!
My Mom passed 2 days before my first child was born. I didn’t get pregnant again till 11 years later so I was 5 months pregnant with my second child when my Father passed. Someone came up to me at the funeral and said to me, “ You should stop having kids, it’s bad luck for your family”.
OP ought to tell the moron: At least I'm bringing in new life, you aren't helping the juju at all!!! Kindly get out of my face!!! SMH!!! >:-(
I used to do community theater. The first time I was on stage, literally, my mom died. The second time, my sister died. I don't go on stage anymore.
But to be fair all theater people are highly superstitious compared to others.
Load More Replies...That is something anyone in my family would say and receive laughter as feedback. We're all a little demented.
Congrats on the dysfunctional family I guess? Normal people don't say hurtful s**t like this.
Load More Replies...When the speaker's parents had a kid it was definitely bad luck for their family
A few years back, when the uncle of my mother died my young cousin (8) cried a lot at the funeral.
It took some time but eventually he calmed down and his parents went for a little walk with him for some distraction.
But then he noticed that his first name was written on one of the tombstones. He mentions it loudly and one of the bystanders said:
''Yeah its already reserved for you''.
He immediately started crying again...
How cruel can a grown adult be to say something like that to a small child that is in distress already?
Oof that is harsh to say to the kid. But also a little funny.
The poor kid was having a hard time already then an adult says that to him. Shame oh him.....
8 is a bit young for funerals. I would have been better off not going to my brother's funeral when I was 8. But not because of my crying, my wonderful father told me I wasn't allowed to cry.
He handed out his business cards at his stepdaughter’s funeral. There was very nearly a fistfight!
Those cards ironically identified him as someone you would not want to do business with.
Would have gone around collecting them and then burning the lot of them in front of him.
Unless it's immediately followed with "please call me if you need anything at all. My cell number is on the bottom, I'm so sorry for your loss" f**k that dude.
Uncle was a defense attorney in south Texas. His funeral was a small service with mostly family and a few friends. However, as everyone was leaving a large groups of bikers were waiting in the parking lot. Turns out he had been a part of the group for some time in his younger years and they had come to pay respect. They shook his wife's hand, gave their condolences, and drove off as a group. He was a pretty laid back/goofy guy, great with kids, so it was mostly crazy to just find out about that part of his life. I also was always impressed that they came to show support, but without interrupting a very personal ceremony. Showed a lot of character.
They really do. The legit clubs (not gangs) anyway. I was in a horrible car accident years ago with my kid and a group of bikers came upon on like a minute after and stayed with us offering comfort and distraction for my son until everything with the cops and tow were sorted.
Load More Replies...My husband’s niece was married to a nice guy who had belonged to a biker gang. When Nuce Guy died we of course went to the funeral. I was the only woman in attendance wearing a dress. Everyone else in super-casual clothes. So of course people assumed I was the MOTHER or wife of the deceased. Embarrassing
Why would this be in a post that implies ALL of these responses are bad? I think this is terrific! Good for the bikers.
Ride with the Pack once, Ride with the Pack forever, even in the great beyond.
Everyone was late for my gran's funeral. There was a meet up at a pub beforehand and because nobody had seen each other in years we all lost track of time. When I tell this story people are always shocked but it is what she would have wanted. She lived to make people happy. She was buried with a bag of weed and everyone had to agree they wouldn't dig her up to get to the weed if they were desperate. Again, in my family circle this is very normal and funny but to others, maybe not.
Afterwards everyone came back to my mum's house. One of my gran's lifelong friends (and village nutcase) got too drunk and started threatening people who didn't cry at the funeral with a smashed bottle. My mum told him to leave, then he just gave everyone at the house a hug, arranged to have drinks with people, said God bless and left. I was 8 years old and this was the norm. I love my family.
This is the way to do a funeral. I’ve always told my kids put my urn on the bar with a glass of Pinot Grigio and remember the good times
I went to the funeral of a coworkers fincee, the girls ex showed up and as people were lined up to say goodbye we all witnessed him lean into the coffin and kiss her on the lips.
I will repeat myself, the ex boyfriend of the deceased woman kissed her dead body at her funeral... In front of her fiancee. Her brothers quite literally threw him out.
Grief doesn't excuse poor behavior, and kissing a woman in her coffin while her fiancee is there qualifies.
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At the end of my grandmothers funeral, the priest pulled my grandfather aside and asked for more donations. My grandfather has donated thousands over the years to the church, the fact that the priest asked at my grandfathers wife’s funeral is disgusting. I didn’t know however till we left, otherwise I would have prob punched him.
Hey, the priest at my grandfathers funeral charged both my father and uncle for the funeral - because he noticed they weren't on speaking terms... Came to light many years down the road...
The priest must not have read his Bible. Hebrews 13:5; Matthew 10:8; 2 Thessalonians 3:8.
One of my students' mother died. I went to the funeral with the principal and the student's integration aide. After the funeral her father walked up to her and her grandmother and said "I want her out of the house by tomorrow morning". She was 11 years old.
Could be the perspective bit it looks like the guy in the photo does not need skis when hitting the slopes.
Leave the father alone in the house to avoid anyone else being hurt in the surprise accident that will destroy it
Watched my cousin’s horrible ex husband demand that his son not cry or show emotion at his grandmother’s (my aunt) funeral or else he would call him weak. Luckily, my dad was there and told him otherwise. The guy only showed up to the funeral anyway because he was constantly hounding my cousin about how much money my aunt had left her.
Please teach your boys that emotion is a healthy normal part of being human.
Let's see if the ex-hus*b*u*m can take a backfist!!! If he even so much as makes a sound, the son gets to call him weak instead!!! SMH!!!
Grandpa of my SO. Had over 10 kids, they're all present. He had gotten cremated, but the kids had decided that they wanted to inter the urn some place meaningful (I forget where). So, they all drive there, and then the men proceed to argue as to how to dig a hole (where it should go, how deep, who gets first dibs at digging etc). They finally get it done. they all took turns digging. By the time that they are done, under the harsh midday sun, they are all drenched in sweat in their formal wear. Then one brother decides that it is his job to lower the urn as far down the hole as possible, as just dropping it in seemed too undignified. However, he lowered it too far, because he fell head first in the hole. Only his legs and lower body are sticking up and he can't get out. The other brothers grab his legs to hoist him up. Meanwhile, the sisters are laughing their heads off.
Why didnt they hold the brother upside down by his ankles to lower him in the place Dad at the bottom instead of dropping the urn any distance?
No where near as bad as most comments but the family didn't allow for his twin to speak.
Straight up skipped over the allocated time for the living twin to get up and speak about his brother. Who was his last remaining immediate family.
I don't think I can ever forgive the late wife for putting him through that. She treated him so horribly all throughout the sickness, and then to not allow him to be a part of the funeral was the final nail in the coffin.
Edit: I didn't think this would resonate with people and I'm truly shocked. Please consider making a donation to your local cancer research foundation, or donating stem cells. Cancer sucks.
Dealing with breast cancer. Am so glad I used to donate blood platelets. What goes around comes around.
People that sensitive can just not come to the funeral or get wrecked. The twin should have been allowed to speak.
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I had a fit of hysterical laugh at my father's funeral just about the time people started to gather at the mortuary.
In my defense, my mother had a nervous breakdown (my father died 4 days after we found out he had lung cancer), there was a lot of horrible stuff surrounding the funeral organization, my mom just flipped, my siblings were 15 and lost so I was at 23 left to handle it all.
I kinda lost it.
This isn't uncommon. Both laughter and crying can be triggered by heightened emotions and it doesn't matter if the emotions are positive or negative. Grief is a very weird experience and it does weird things to our minds.
My father was a vet, three wars, big guy, etc. Me and my brother approach the casket.There he is laid out in his uniform, medal, and light pink lipstick and blue eyeshadow. Such a bad makeup job. I couldnt help myself and started laughing. Which caused my brother to start laughing. Everyone thought we were crying.
I took my ex to my grandma's funeral, even though he met her once, for moral support as it was a very unexpected death and I was super close to my grandma. Now, my ex likes to cosplay/dress up as rock stars. That being said, I told him to please tone it down. It's not the time or the place to show up dressed as Alice Cooper or Nikki Sixx.
So, while he does tone it down SLIGHTLY, he still shows up dressed in a big theatrical black trench coat (despite it being the literal middle of summer) with a red button down that was left half unbuttoned and a bunch of giant cross necklaces. Not to mention a little Nikki Sixx makeup to top it all off. I remember asking him if he'd please reconsider changing into something that wasn't as intense. He got mad and accused me of being like his controlling mother. Now, I supoose his outfit doesn't sound bad but in context, it was embarrassing as duck. My grandma was a little old, God fearing lady, and she of course had a group of friends she went to church with. Not to mention all the people she went to school with, most of which probably thought the Beatles were dressed too strange to be big hits. So, he was being whispered about and glared at the entire time. Which he loved because any attention was good attention in his eyes.
He also signed her funeral book as 'Alice Cooper'.
There is a time and a place for his behaviours, it isn't at a funeral.
We had the opposite last year after a friend died after a balcony fall - the theme was orange/arsenal (football)/broncos/traditional. There was a riot of colour that day and even those in traditional funeral attire had at least a little hint of orange in a brooch/handkerchief, etc. And now I'm crying again, but happy tears for that memory.
Load More Replies...The only two funerals where this attire might be appropriate are the one that buries the winter (Carnival) and one's own.
Or if the perished asked for this like a last wish
Load More Replies...Good thing OP broke up with "Nikki Sicks", because it seems like he didn't get the memo about going to a funeral rather than a cosplay event... -_-"
This is a story my father told me from when he was a child in the 1940's
There was an AME church beside the farm where he grew up in rural SC. The church had no electricity. There was a funeral there one evening and the church was lit throughout with candles. The church building had existed since just after emancipation and was in really bad shape. The flooring had been severely damaged by termites. During the funeral, the floor gave way making the casket tumble and the body fall out. Everyone ran out of the church in terror. Making matters worse, the candles that were on the casket fell to the floor and set the church on fire. The whole community watched outside as it burned to the ground.
AME: African Methodist Episcopal - The African Methodist Episcopal (AME) Church is a Christian denomination founded in 1816 by Richard Allen and other African-American Methodists in Philadelphia. It was established as a protest against racial segregation within the Methodist church and is the first independent Black institution in the United States. The AME Church's mission is to serve people of all backgrounds by ministering to spiritual, intellectual, physical, emotional, and environmental needs. AI
After the eulogist had talked for 45 minutes, the pastor went over to the lectern and politely asked him to conclude his eulogy.
The guy boldly told the pastor, "I'll stop when I'm darn good and ready!" (and proceeded talking for about 20 more minutes.)
The total funeral church service lasted for 2 3/4 hours - it seemed endless.
If the eulogy is engaging, fine. But if you are just rambling on in a thought-spew, gtfo.
My nan told my dad at his own father's funeral that her pain was much greater because she had lost a husband, while he had only lost his dad. As if grief is a competition.
She is a bad person anyway, and not even blood related to us so we just kinda don't associate anymore
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She called my dad last night, claiming that she and my grandad had a baby in 1999 and the baby died when it was five. But she's full of nonsense, just making up lies in hopes we'll associate with her again.
Anyone wanna take bets the miserable batty one is gonna end up leaving this mortal coil alone...??? -_-"
I grew up in an apartment above a family owned funeral home. When I was 5 I walked into the middle of a funeral service accidentally in just my whitey-tighties and a cowboy hat. They laughed, I laughed, my dad gave me the belt haha good times.
In the midst of life, there is death. And in the midst of death, there is life.
One of our own funeral homes has an apartment above it that is rented to an unrelated person. That would be quite an experience.
Under the law of "5 years old = too young to be judged", judge concludes child is, no pun intended, innocent
My Uncle died. He was gay. My Grandmother couldn't handle that.
My Uncle left a letter to be read at his funeral. I don't know if my grandmother planned it all alone or what, but gets to the part that says, "And to my Nieces and Nephews, I want you to know..."
And instead of reading what was there (I know cause me and my dad helped my uncle write it), she went on this huge, insane tangent with tons of swearing about how "none of us should be like him, commit his sins, etc. that he died of aids as a punishment." that was the most homophobic and hateful few minutes I can ever remember hearing.
It was so disrespectful to everyone, and so terrible. She was an ugly person.
Once again, I hope the miserable batty one ends up leaving this mortal coil alone... -_-"
Never leave a letter like that to someone who does not agree with your lifestyle...
A good friend of mine works in a hospital ward and has a guy who fell into his sister's grave and became paralysed! He was down there for hours before they managed to get him out!
I get this isn't an intentional bad thing but I bet it sucked and I feel sorry for everyone involved especially that dude.
I mean, you're in a cemetery, you hear a voice wailing, it's coming from the ground...
The officiant, moved the partner of the deceased back a couple of rows, because they weren’t family. At least that was their initial reasoning... I’m sure it had nothing to do with the partner being same sex.
I was furious.
And then it got worse.
The officiant decided to make the entire funeral about mental health, and how everyone should get help.
Nothing about the life of the loved one. No celebration of their accomplishments, of the beauty they brought to the world. Nothing.
Keep in mind that 80% of the congregation still believed the death was because of physical health reasons. We would’ve coped with the knowledge, but telling us it was taking of one's life only as a platform for the rest of us to ‘seek help’ was heartbreaking.
Only funeral I’ve ever rung and complained about.
This is the one benefit of being old. I am so over " it is just nit done" and am perfectly willing to call out bad behavior.
Load More Replies...Sounds like the officiant was reading the script he was handed, including the seating. Nondescript funeral services happen when the officiant didn't know the deceased personally and had little else to talk about. Personally, I'd open it up to comments instead of doing a lengthy fluff piece.
Yeah, similar experience (the eulogy part) at my uncle's partner's funeral. Mom kept side-eying me. I thought she was thinking about holding me down.
The father of a relative that married into my family passed. My father attended the funeral out of respect for our relative, because the man was an absolute awful person. He was jerk to his wife, controlling of his children. He crippled the people in his family - seriously stunted their development. And he was a business owner known to be shady, difficult to deal with, and he'd burned bridges in city after city for years. He managed to bully his way into some power position at the church, which he managed to have divided and shuttered. He died estranged from family.
At the funeral, many more people were there than my dad would have expected. The eulogy was very brief, factual. Then the pastor got up to speak, and he spoke about how the end of things sometimes could be healing. He told a story about how he'd had an unpleasant business deal with the man, how the church had been hurt, and how it had left him bitter for a long time, and that he'd had to pray for forgiveness when he felt relieved when the man had died. As much love as they'd shown for the man, he knew there was pain there, too. He told them all it was ok to feel their feelings, to release their hurt. My dad said that finally people began to cry, and they were getting up and hugging each other while music played.
There was no viewing line, even though there was an open casket. People just sort of left, looking relieved. My dad thought it was a fitting send-off.
My parting gift for my father was not attending his funeral where he was most certainly sainted by his other family members who chose to not believe me. I wish there were a hëll so I could tell him to rot in it.
Well, he most certainly is rotting in a hole in the ground.
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My Mother in Law took a photo of a wine glass during the lunch we had after, and she posted it on Facebook. Guess what her caption was?
“Life is Grand.”
It was my mother’s funeral.
It would have been better to say, "Life is beautiful. Cherish the moments you have."
A local boy died after being hit by a car while riding his bike. I think he was like 11/12 at the time. His sister, known to all to be very attention seeking, immediately was doing news interviews which just seemed odd, considering he had died earlier that day, but whatever, people grieve differently I suppose. But then at his wake, she took a few photos of him in the casket and posted it to her public Instagram story. It was super bizarre and just bad taste.
There are a few people who thought they were being cool posing and posting open coffin photos. They got rightfully dragged to hell, sadly not a physical one.
There was one of those YouTube families who filmed their entire life - the LeBlancs if you know who I'm talking about. Unfortunately their 13 year old son passed away suddenly from a rare heart condition they didn't know he had. They actually livestreamed his funeral, which I thought was one of the tackiest things I've ever seen. Because they wanted his "fans" to be there. 🙄
At one time, it was common to take photographs of the deceased. I think it is less prevalent today though.
When my grandfather died, my stupid cousin sent me a picture of him in his coffin for my father. Needless to say, no one ever saw that picture but me!
My minister once told a story. He was waiting in a room off the sanctuary before the funeral when he heard scuffling noises. When he went to investigate, the brother and sister of the deceased had pulled the body out of the casket and propped it between them. They explained that they didn’t have a recent photo of the three of them and were delighted he showed up to take the picture.
In the early years of photography, say the mid to late 1800s, it was not unusual for a family to take a picture with the deceased propped up like that. Often they would not have any pictures of them, so one last family group picture. They didn't think it was wired back then.
This is done today as well, if a newborn dies and the parents want it.
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Attendee but not so crazy as amusing. We're in the church for my great grandmothers funeral. Pastor comes in and starts going off about Madeleine this and Madeleine that. After several minutes, I had to shift and take a peek at the coffin to make sure we were at the right funeral. Great grandma hated her birth name and always went by her middle name.
in italy (expecially small towns) is quite common that people use a nickname (usually given by others) and on the manifest they put around to announce the death there is the real name and below the name the person was known with
Multiple member of my family ho by their middle name or a nickname. I had an uncle everyone called "Boy". When I first met him, I couldnt use his name because it didnt feel right for a 12 year old to call a 40 year old that.
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The rabbi giving the eulogy claimed he knew my grandfather really well and often had conversations with him on his deathbed.
1. He mispronounced his first and last name every time he said it.
2. My grandfather spoke almost no English, the rabbi's only language besides prayer-Hebrew.
I guess compared to a child falling out of a casket during a fight, this isn't crazy, but I found it dishonest and disrespectful as hell.
Oh no, the last bit I'm really hoping they're referring to the fictitious Stephen King novel "Pet Sematary" and it's not something they actually witnessed in real life.. 😬
My brother is a Protestant non-denominational minister who is the on call minister for our local funeral home when a family doesn't have a preferred one of their own.
He's told me some crazy stories, but the one that comes to mind is when he was called at literally the last minute for a Catholic funeral. Being Protestant he knew absolutely nothing about conducting a Catholic service and was pretty nervous. This was compounded by the fact that the funeral home didn't have time to give him any info on the deceased other than he was male and relatively young, 20-30ish.
When my brother arrived for the funeral he met the mother of the deceased and tried to make small talk to maybe get a few more details that might be useful in his message.
During his conversation he asked the mother if the deceased had been ill very long, presuming if their had been some accident the funeral director would at least have tipped him off to that.
The mother proceeded to tell my brother that her son had actually been in perfect health, but had died from a self inflicted gunshot during a game of Russian roulette.
Sharing this information with my brother seemed to reopen the wounds and the mother left sobbing in hysterics.
He went on to bluff his way through the Catholic funeral the best he could, but he said he was never more glad for a funeral to be over with.
I'm not religious at all and don't know the rules, correct me if I'm wrong, but priests can't do services for deaths by s*****e right? Maybe that's why he was called last minute
I find it interesting that a religion so easily offering forgiveness upon simply saying "oops, sorry" and performing some poetry but would condemn a choice an apology cannot be uttered
Load More Replies...Look. If you are Christian or Jewish and you die Christian/Jewish, the funeral should be Christian/Jewish. What's your issue with that?
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Her ex told us about all the great things she did in bed and what a loss for mankind that is.
In present of her boyfriend.
If violence is ever the answer, it was a bad question.
Load More Replies...If you wanna include those sorts of things in my eulogy, you have my express written consent. Describe me in centimeters AND inches.
Not at a funeral but at my auntie's wake, a dude approached my little sister and hit on her. She was 12 years old.
Presumably there was another funeral not long after for the man...
Maybe HE needs a bottle thrown at him. (Yes, that's a reference to a song)
My great aunt keeled over at my grandfather's funeral.
She died of a heart attack in front of his casket.
RIP. Downvote if you like, but there was actually a thing where the Romans used gladiators as funeral stuff. Basically, it boiled down to "don't have a funeral if someone doesn't die at it".
Well if you can't arrange for a cremation by burning the church down, it's kind of spectacular to have someone falling on their sword. Seriously, there have been many heart attacks and a few deaths. Grief is absolutely hard on the body and can overwhelm people physically. There's a reason for the metaphor 'a broken heart.'
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At my grandfather's funeral one of the choir members essentially threw a tantrum and ended up interrupting one of my uncles who was giving a speech just because she wasn't given any food. The thing is there wasn't any food at the funeral to begin with.
??? If you're hypoglycemic going to a long funeral service without any food, you bring your own food or sneak out to go eat something. It is in no universe an excuse to interrupt a speech. ???
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2 different situations
1. When I was 10 at my grandpa’s funeral, a relative told me I was “lucky” for being so young because now I’ll never remember/miss my grandpa
2. At my Grandma’s funeral, her neighbor asked us if he could stop by the house that day and “take some stuff off of our hands”
No offer of money. Just wanted free stuff.
Give the neighbor the drawerful of condiment packets that Grandma kept.
My grandma saved bread wrappers and their closures. I bet the neighbor could have used them.
Load More Replies...My father's mother died when I was 7, but I remember her vividly. Not pleasantly, but vividly.
After my father died, his neighbor offered me one third of the value of my dad's house, to "take it off our hands." I was not very polite in refusing.
I had a friend that was notorious for one-night Craigslist hookups with soldiers from the local army base. When he died, a handful of men in the military, that none of us knew, came to the service. His parents have no idea he was even gay.
Not AT a funeral, but I used to work at a store that sold funeral things, like headstones, flowers, caskets, etc. A couple came into the showroom and wanted to look around. Everything was going fine, until they found a casket they liked. They wanted to know if it could be wired for a tv and radio. They wanted to know if we could repaint parts of it. They also wanted to know if we could make it bigger, as *they didn't think they both could fit in the standard size*. I (of course) had no idea, but offered to go find out. They said never mind, and that this one would probably fit the both of them. Then they asked if they could get inside to try it out. I politely told them no and excused myself to get a manager, who promptly removed them from the store.
I wad thinking more goths looking for a new place to sleep.
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My aunt crawled into her father's open casket.
My uncle relentlessly flirt with a funeral home employee.
While at his dad's funeral.
She was obviously deeply uncomfortable and he was so narcissistic he thought she was interested.
My neighbor worked at a funeral home. Part of her job was selling the coffins.
One of her customers had inquired about the cushioning inside, and she informed her of the material. The customer was concerned about this and when my neighbor asked why, she said that she was allergic to it.
Reminds me of the Simpsons where Sideshow Bob fakes his death. The giveaway? Custom-made to accommodate his signature feet
Understandable. My dad had a fear of being underground. He's in a crypt. I miss you, dad.
Did the customer have the allergy, or was it the decedent? Either way, it wouldn't have mattered.
The gentleman had a large family and all of his siblings got up and made it all about themselves, dredged up old family drama, made it clear that they resented his wife, etc. It was so painfully awkward.
My uncle was pissed about something in my grandmother's Will. So during the funeral, he went out to the parking lot and keyed everyone's car. It should be noted, he has severe brain injury from a motorcycle accident that causes him to be constantly angry and paranoid. Still...
Die.
It's like proposing at someone elses wedding - just rude.
Was working a funeral/ burial service in Vermont and the next of kin decided to have doves released at the burial site (yes that's a thing). When they were released, a hawk flew out of nowhere and DESTROYED one of the doves. My co-worker and I had to usher ourselves to the hearse because we were laughing so hard.
Sometimes life is just so crazy weird, the only answer is hysterical laughter to cope
Load More Replies... A lonely but rich client of my lawyer friend wanted to have his ashes sprinkled over Sydney Harbour.
The lawyer had spent months trying to get official permission - without success.
One Friday night - half pissed after office drinks - a few of them decided to catch the Manly ferry, say a few solemn words and tip the contents of the urn (that had been sitting in their office for months) into the harbour.
The wind caught the ashes and blew them all up over the passengers on the top deck....
We dumped everyone's ashes out of dads airplane over our land. That was all fine and dandy until dad died. A close friend of the family took on the job of dumping dads ashes. When mom died we had to come up with a new plan, so, with a gentle breeze blowing, we poured them slowly in front of a leaf blower. Problem solved for future generations.
Funeral director screwed up and my father in law was cremated before the families wishes. She then covered her tracks and manipulated a document to coincide with her story.
My brother in law is a mortician. Boy does he have stories....
One of the best- A guy disguised himself as a nun, shows up at the funeral, pulls a gun from under his habit and tries to attack the deceased’s son. Luckily the gun malfunctioned and didn’t fire. The son then decks the nun and knocks him out, kicks him in the head a few times, and is pulled off by other family. Police are called, yada yada yada... turns out the deceased owed the nun quite a lot of money and the son had refused to honor the debt.
This has got to be a joke – why would someone owe a nun a bunch of money?
it wasn't a nun?! It was a GUY disguised as a nun
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My uncle was cremated. He lived across from a lake and it was decided that we wanted his ashes spread on this little island on this lake.
I was tasked with swimming with the urn from the boat to the island, holding it out of the water.
I then stood at the edge of a small cliff with my nephew's beside me and all the family watching in the boat.
I opened the urn to dump his ashes over the cliff. We all say a few things, and as I go to dump the ashes, the wind picks up and blows the ashes all over my wet body.
One of the worst things that ever happened to me.
Had a friend have her place broken into. Everything they had taken was dropped by the kitchen table on the floor. On the table was the plain container with a relatives ashes (she hadn't gotten an urn yet). The lid was off and there was a small trench where someone had obviously dragged their finger through the ashes, tasted it and then realized what it was. Dropped all the loot and bolted.
So I guess you jump back in the water, so the ashes wash off...to where they were supposed to go, anyways.
Not seen but experienced. My cousin's wife was kicking the back of my chair at my granda's funeral. Also carrying on a conversation with my sister (who was supposedly really sad) the whole way through the service. For context, I was 14 and my cousin's wife was in her mid to late 30's.
My first chance would be a dirty look. If they continued, I would turn around and, in a not-so-quiet whisper, say, "Please be quiet and stop kicking my chair."
I wouldn't be above using my heel to shove the chair back into the wretch if I needed to get up, assuming the chair isn't attached. Or taking a spot behind her and kicking the back of here chair. Just saying... -_-"
A friend of the family with a notorious drinking problem showed up to the visitation and service extremely intoxicated. She is not a sad drunk; she is a happy, huggy drunk so she went around sloppily hugging everyone - even people she didn't know. She slurred introductions and condolences to everyone for about an hour then tripped over a settee in one of the sitting rooms of the funeral home and face planted.
My uncle passed and the priest was new in town, young, and nervous as hell.
He got stuck in a loop. You could tell he was trying to break out of it but instead kept repeating the phrase in different and more horrible ways :
“He may be in Heaven with the Lord but his wife (aunts name) is still on earth with us. She is alone and needs our comfort. When we go home tonight we have friends and family but she’ll be in an empty house, she’ll wake up to an empty house in an empty bed, she’ll be alone from now on and we need to remember to invite her to things because she’s alone”
At one point one of my other aunts huffed loudly to get him to stop. It didn’t work. He ran himself into the ground telling us how empty and alone she is now that her husband is dead.
This one would have had me howling with laughter. But I'm a little weird with stressful situations.
Someone’s kid thought it’d be funny to give the corpse a wet willy. The kid was like 7 and I’m almost positive didn’t even know the deceased. Their whole family dragged their kids out of the door and they did not return.
Just a way to make sure, I guess... someone who doesn't wake up from a wet w1lly will definitely be dead.
Someone said, "I'm sorry for your loss, move on.".
It was Roy, moss offered a pen then an awkward cheek kiss.
Load More Replies...My Gran's sister died recently and they were holding a service at my aunt's house before the burial. My Gran, closing in on 90, deaf as a post and suffering from vascular dementia, lost patience with the Celebrant as she was about half way through the reading and loudly announces "Oh, will she no just bloody shut up?!" at the top of her voice. My poor mum was completely mortified, although the rest of the family was very understanding. Luckily, no one returned the "favour" at my Gran's service the following year!
My mom tells this story of me at my grandmothers funeral every chance she gets. I was like 5 and I was handing out the funeral homes business cards to all the old people. You know, because they would need it soon. I was a god darn gentleman.
At my grandpas funeral. When I was done saying my goodbyes I turned to the next mourner, who happened to be grandpas classmate and friend, and blurted out "Next!" The fact that the man WAS the next from that friend group to die does not help. He was a very nice gentleman and I honestly did not mean it the way it turned out.
But did you get any commissions for the business you bought in?
At my grandmother’s funeral, the casket was being lowered into a grave right next to my grandfather’s. it was a very somber moment and a lot of people were crying.
Except for the funeral director. She was grinning ear to ear. This was not a quick smirk; she was positively beaming through all this misery. And she was making no effort to hide it. She was standing right by the tombstone where everyone could see her, happy as can be.
I can understand appreciating a job well done, but Jesus Christ, have some decorum.
I was at a funeral for a work colleague and her three brothers got into a fist fight during the eulogy. Apparently they all hated each other but loved her and they all blamed the others for her death.
It was both hilarious and horrible at the same time. The food afterwards was top notch though.
Dude and his brother got in a fistfight over their inheritance at their dad's funeral.
Edit: Apparently this is more common than I thought. In this case, the younger brother had done a lot to help his dad with medical issues in his last few months while the older one had apparently barely contacted his father to see how he was doing. The dad asked his wife to give the younger brother some of his inheritance right away, while older bro had to wait for his stepmom to pass away. Obviously older bro wasn't happy, despite stepmom explaining that it was their way of repaying the brother for putting so much time into being his dad's caretaker.
One time, a man ran into the funeral and told everyone how they are going to hell. He got thrown out and the power went out roughly 5 minutes later. Turns out he climbed the telephone pole out back and was swinging on the wires. He got electrocuted, fell 40 feet and lived.
Just told this story on another thread - not a good thing to do at a Catholic funeral but to be honest it was funny.
My great uncle had a very Catholic funeral. If you know Catholic funerals, it's just a big Catholic mass with blip about the person who died. Anyway, my great aunt is that person who is friends with everyone, so a lot of people were coming to the funeral. I went early to the church to make sure it was set up, check in with the priest, etc., and one of her neighbors (little old lady) came in with who I assume was her granddaughter (who was probably in her mid-30s or so, lest anyone think she's a kid). She said she was Jewish and had never been to a Catholic ceremony before, and asked what would be/what wouldn't be appropriate (super respectful!). One thing that came up was that, if you're not Catholic, you don't go up and receive communion, you just stay in your seat.
So fast forward to the ceremony, which was beautiful and emotional. We as a family go up first to receive communion. As I'm walking to the side, I hear a slight commotion behind me. It turns out the granddaughter went up to receive communion, and instead of laying out your hands as you do to accept it (or let the priest put it on your tongue), she just plucked it out of the priest's hands and started walking away with it held between her fingers and in front of her. I turned and saw the priest chase after her.
I mean, not the best thing ever, but you would have thought she tried to set the church on fire, the way the other little old ladies were carrying on about it. I still kind of chuckle over it.
This reminds me of the time my dad (atheist but from an Orthodox background) stood in line at my cousin's wedding (Italian Catholic) to get the little bread because he "was hungry damnit"
I read a news article about Americans drone striking a funeral. That's probably the worst thing I've seen someone do at a funeral.
It literally says "I read a news article..."
Load More Replies...These days you can't even go fishing without getting blown up. America sux. I wish I could leave, I'd be gone so fast.
There have been several instances, maybe Google s**t some time.
Load More Replies...The granddaughter of the deceased started a fire in the church bathroom during the funeral. No idea why she did it. She wasn't mentally well, though, and her grandmother's death really messed her up. Luckily it was put out pretty quickly and didn't cause much damage. Odd thing was that it was the men's room and not the women's.
Maybe someone released a "demon" in there, and she was trying to burn it out?
At my friend's funeral last year one of her relatives got up and gave a eulogy that was all about himself and his place of worship. That was pretty infuriating, given that she was not a part of his religion.
At a different friend's funeral (also last year) her sister sang an incredibly heartfelt and incredibly poorly performed song while playing guitar earnestly but (at best) averagely. We gave her more applause than she strictly deserved, but less than a standing O. It felt really weird to be applauding at such a small, non-celebrity funeral. No one really seemed to know where to draw the line between support of the greiving sister, and proper deportmant at a funeral.
I don't see the second part as being bad in any way. I sang a couple of songs when I held a Celebration of Life for my wife earlier this year. "Maybe I'm amazed" and "Wonderful Tonight" if you want to know. I cried, some others cried with me.
May peace and joy find you again in this life. I'm sorry for your loss.
Load More Replies...What is this 'proper deportment at a funeral'? Even laughing is fine if it's in ceelebration of the deceased.
At my father's wake, my niece went up to the casket to see my dad before they closed it for good and she dropped her chewing gum out of her mouth onto his suit. She was too freaked out to pick it up-- so she just walked away. She was 17-- should've known better.
Archaeologists 1,000 years from now holding petrified gum up with tweezers: This is a new kind of funeral offering.
My dad died in a motorcycle accident. My aunt (his sister) showed up high with a tooth. She had gone to the crash site and dug around for 2 hours and found one of my dad's teeth....proceeding to show it to many people at his funeral.
They stole the envelope of money.
I can just hear the reasoning: "Well, THEY"RE not going to need it anymore..."
My story isn't as heinous as some of these. But, when my wife's grandmother passed a few years back, we arrived at the cemetery with the funeral procession, and they hadn't even dug the hole yet! They did the entire graveside ceremony thing with the casket sitting on a gurney in the grass. All the while, there's a guy waiting in a backhoe just up the hill. It all seemed so strangely...I don't know...unprofessional?
Grand daughter of the deceased took a selfie with the corpse.
Apparently this is hard to believe -- not selfies (gross!), but growing up in Michigan, it was very, very common to take photos of the deceased, flowers, etc. The reason was practical, nto ghoulish: to send to friends and relatives who weren't able to attend, usually due to distance.
When my father died, his horrible 2nd wife had compiled a playlist of all his favorite songs. Jimi Hendrix's National Anthem rendition from Woodstock started playing, my half-brother made a funny comment to help lighten the mood and said "hey mom it's your favorite song" (because she didn't enjoy it), and she instructed my brother to turn it off. She also did not introduce myself or my aunt and uncle (my father's sister and her husband) to anyone at the funeral, barely acknowledged us.
Sounds like you were TA here. Not her job to go around introducing people, you've got a mouth, haven't you? BTW there was another line redacted out: "Fu.cking cu.nt til the very end, and she had the audacity to try and say she loved me in front of everyone and i just looked at her and left."
Get annoyed and cause a scene because her daughter’s name was not on a list of people that will miss him. In all honesty she should have been there, but no reason to cause a scene then and there.
Funerals where I'm from involves a lot of drinking, singing, and sometimes even gambling. I don't think there's a year where we never hear a news about someone getting severely beaten or a brawl breaking out at a funeral. I've only witnessed it once tho.
Unless you're irish you should probably delete this comment lol
Load More Replies...I do not like the whole concept of funerals. Show people respect whilst there alive, it is too late when they are dead. Also funerals can be stupidly expensive. I want one of those no frills funerals you can have these days, basically just cremated and handed over to a loved one.
Emotions at weddings and funerals are like a wine glass filled to the brim. The slightest jostle and unintended consequences spill all over the place.
My father passed away when I was 16 years old, (female), my younger brothers were 14 and 12 in 1992. We were told by my grandmother repeatedly to stay away from our mother because she is going through a difficult time. We were also ignored and avoided by our entire family the whole time. Not one hug or comforting word... I intensely dislike my family now
It was my grandpa’s funeral, I was about 14 and I missed him a lot. We all did, all of us were very sad. Later, the entire family was having lunch together, and I said something about the food. My grandpa’s brother looked at me in shock and said something like “so she *can* talk!” (I was a very shy kid). Firstly, not the right place and time, secondly, that actually hurt sensitive 14 year old me.
This was before the funeral. My pal Joe wouldn’t mind me telling and also because I want to keep his memory alive. 2003, I was 23 and still had my looks and figure! Joe was security guard in my uni ) 50s) we became v good friends and around 2003 he’d joke and say I was. Weapon of Mass Seduction. He left navy , worked as security guard, lives with elderly mum. She had heart attack, Joe found her and rang ambulance. When they arrived , Joe too had fatal heart attack from shock. RIP Joe, your antics still make us laugh. Esp getting into taxi drunk and falling out the other side xx
My family loves that funerals start with "fun". We do a viewing with a service and then go graveside for a few finale words. Then we proceed with having a family reunion. Food, fun, games. Weddings are also used for family reunions. My SIL through a party for my brothers funeral which was what he asked for and what I have planned.
A friend OD'ed accidentally - he would have been fine but was at his supplier's house who cleaned the house before calling an ambulance because police come with them when it's OD. (The time he took doing that is what led to his not been saved as he could have been). The ex who had cheated and gaslit him to the extent that he fell into d***s tried to be very loud in her sobbing in the church and was told to STFU as he might have still been here if it wasn't for her. Didn't know how to react then, kind of agree with what happened now I've had years to reflect.
My first wifes dad, graveside service. Wife had cared for him his last year+. Oldest (son )had a good excuse, he lived 4 states away so he sent some money occasionally, so he did what he could to help. child 3 & 5 pre-deceased him. Child 6 had hardly spoken a word to him since he'd remarried when their mother died. Her children literally did not know who the man was. Wife was 7 of 7. Oldest had already told wife he wanted her to have daddies flag (Army) since she'd done so much for him. (for those who don't know, the flag goes to the oldest if there isn't a spouse). When they handed her that flag her sister (child #6) friggin lost it, starts wailing. Afterwards, I was speaking with the funeral director and she says "let me guess, she hasn't spoken to him in years, has had nothing to do with him in years." YEP. She said "I see it all the time, those who've separated themselves the most, usually over some dumb reason, are the ones to lose it the most. No chance to speak one more time
My friend's mother was buried with her thin inexpensive gold wedding band that she had worn for over 50 years. The family felt that it would be disrespectful to remove it because her marriage had meant so much to her. My friend's sister-in-law tried to take the little ring off this dead woman's finger because she felt it should be included in the assets when the family went to divide them up. She actually stood over the casket arguing that burying a gold ring was like burying money that should go to the family. Horrible.
went to a buddy's funeral. it was super sad. mormon ceremony evryone talked about what a great mormon he was. i didnt even recognize the guy they were talking about. my buddy was a whole lot of things but a good mormon was not even one. he was my friend . im sorry to this day, i didnt get up and tell everyone all about what a great guy he was and how he really was.
I do not like the whole concept of funerals. Show people respect whilst there alive, it is too late when they are dead. Also funerals can be stupidly expensive. I want one of those no frills funerals you can have these days, basically just cremated and handed over to a loved one.
Emotions at weddings and funerals are like a wine glass filled to the brim. The slightest jostle and unintended consequences spill all over the place.
My father passed away when I was 16 years old, (female), my younger brothers were 14 and 12 in 1992. We were told by my grandmother repeatedly to stay away from our mother because she is going through a difficult time. We were also ignored and avoided by our entire family the whole time. Not one hug or comforting word... I intensely dislike my family now
It was my grandpa’s funeral, I was about 14 and I missed him a lot. We all did, all of us were very sad. Later, the entire family was having lunch together, and I said something about the food. My grandpa’s brother looked at me in shock and said something like “so she *can* talk!” (I was a very shy kid). Firstly, not the right place and time, secondly, that actually hurt sensitive 14 year old me.
This was before the funeral. My pal Joe wouldn’t mind me telling and also because I want to keep his memory alive. 2003, I was 23 and still had my looks and figure! Joe was security guard in my uni ) 50s) we became v good friends and around 2003 he’d joke and say I was. Weapon of Mass Seduction. He left navy , worked as security guard, lives with elderly mum. She had heart attack, Joe found her and rang ambulance. When they arrived , Joe too had fatal heart attack from shock. RIP Joe, your antics still make us laugh. Esp getting into taxi drunk and falling out the other side xx
My family loves that funerals start with "fun". We do a viewing with a service and then go graveside for a few finale words. Then we proceed with having a family reunion. Food, fun, games. Weddings are also used for family reunions. My SIL through a party for my brothers funeral which was what he asked for and what I have planned.
A friend OD'ed accidentally - he would have been fine but was at his supplier's house who cleaned the house before calling an ambulance because police come with them when it's OD. (The time he took doing that is what led to his not been saved as he could have been). The ex who had cheated and gaslit him to the extent that he fell into d***s tried to be very loud in her sobbing in the church and was told to STFU as he might have still been here if it wasn't for her. Didn't know how to react then, kind of agree with what happened now I've had years to reflect.
My first wifes dad, graveside service. Wife had cared for him his last year+. Oldest (son )had a good excuse, he lived 4 states away so he sent some money occasionally, so he did what he could to help. child 3 & 5 pre-deceased him. Child 6 had hardly spoken a word to him since he'd remarried when their mother died. Her children literally did not know who the man was. Wife was 7 of 7. Oldest had already told wife he wanted her to have daddies flag (Army) since she'd done so much for him. (for those who don't know, the flag goes to the oldest if there isn't a spouse). When they handed her that flag her sister (child #6) friggin lost it, starts wailing. Afterwards, I was speaking with the funeral director and she says "let me guess, she hasn't spoken to him in years, has had nothing to do with him in years." YEP. She said "I see it all the time, those who've separated themselves the most, usually over some dumb reason, are the ones to lose it the most. No chance to speak one more time
My friend's mother was buried with her thin inexpensive gold wedding band that she had worn for over 50 years. The family felt that it would be disrespectful to remove it because her marriage had meant so much to her. My friend's sister-in-law tried to take the little ring off this dead woman's finger because she felt it should be included in the assets when the family went to divide them up. She actually stood over the casket arguing that burying a gold ring was like burying money that should go to the family. Horrible.
went to a buddy's funeral. it was super sad. mormon ceremony evryone talked about what a great mormon he was. i didnt even recognize the guy they were talking about. my buddy was a whole lot of things but a good mormon was not even one. he was my friend . im sorry to this day, i didnt get up and tell everyone all about what a great guy he was and how he really was.
