I’m always torn about funerals. I’m sure no one wants to go to them, they are breeding grounds for awkward situations and inappropriate jokes. I wasn’t looking forward to my grandfather’s funeral. I was sad he was gone, but I was glad he wasn’t suffering any more. The thing I liked about the funeral though is that it forced me to confront it. Up until then I was avoiding it, I didn’t have any family near by, I could easily distract myself, I had nobody here that knew my grandfather. The funeral caused me to truly confront the fact that he was gone, but as I said it wasn’t sad, but good.

           So after the funeral I noticed a couple of similarities between it and a wedding. 

• The family is seated last
• everyone stands for the last symbolic entrance of someone
• There is a planner and they are assertive 
• You learn about new branches on the family tree 
• What term you use to describe that new branch
• people cry
• there is a lot of food
• excessive drinking (Catholics/Irish yay stereotypes)
• lots of looking at pictures
• obscene amounts of hugs