Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ooof. 8:00am. Was your grandfather Catholic? I tell Scott all the time, I think Roman Catholicism has it all over most of Protestantism, when it comes to ceremony (particularly funerals), but their funerals are too damned early.
Yeah, he was Catholic. The funeral Mass is actually at 11:00, which is a reasonable hour; it's just that the visitation/eulogy is immediately beforehand (9:00) -- and there's a private visitation for the family that's even before *that,* hence the 8:00 a.m. Grumble.
Do you know what scripture passage(s) you'll be reading, Tep?
Not yet. Caretaker!Aunt called me and we had the world's shortest funeral-planning conversation, as follows:
C!A: "Can you do a reading at Mass?"
Me: "Absolutely."
C!A: "Can you do more than one, if no one else is willing to do it?"
Me: "Yeah, no problem. What will --"
C!A: "Good! Okay, bye!"
For Dad, we had a piper play Amazing Grace as we left the church, and Danny Boy at the end of the internment at the grave. There were no dry eyes.
Just thinking about "Danny Boy" makes me tear up.
{{{Tep}}}
and positive vibes headed your way
More vibes for {{{{{{{{{{Teppy}}}}}}}}}} funerals are so emotionally exhausting. Much ~ma to you.
I need to finish up some school work tonight. First class is almost done. Probably shouldn't have had wine with dinner.
{{Teppy}} All the peace and coping~ma you need. Also? 8am is horribly, horribly wrong.
Peace~ma to you and your family, Steph.
Congrats on the apartment, P.-C.! I was going to say go for it!, but then it was too late and you already had.
Buffistas lead interesting lives.
Yeah, he was Catholic. The funeral Mass is actually at 11:00, which is a reasonable hour; it's just that the visitation/eulogy is immediately beforehand (9:00) -- and there's a private visitation for the family that's even before *that,* hence the 8:00 a.m. Grumble.
It seems like most of the funeral masses I've attended are at 9:00, and usually we go to the funeral parlor beforehand, at 8:00 (even though there's been a wake there the day or so prior). It's way too early.
Not yet. Caretaker!Aunt called me and we had the world's shortest funeral-planning conversation, as follows:
Heh. Well, that's good. No time for fighting. The priest may pick the passage you're reading.
Once again, glad I'm not Catholic.
I think I've told this story before, but my mom's funeral home (okay, that sounds weird, but I'm not sure how to say it) has an arrangement with a nature conservancy, and they plant a tree for each person during the year, then each year they have a memorial ceremony there. My sister and I drove seven or eight hours to go.
It was in September, misty and drizzling, and they had a piper on a pier on the other side of this small lake from where the ceremony was. It about broke us.
Family sure is tiring.
Yeah. And death is exhausting.
My dad will have Taps played at his funeral. That'll be tough on me. I learned how to play it on the harmonica when my Mom died and wore her dogtags.. (She was a WAF).
My dad will have Taps played at his funeral. That'll be tough on me.
My granddad was in the Army in WWII -- but I don't think Taps is going to be part of the service. He used to sing the Ballad of the Green Berets all the freaking time (no, he wasn't a Green Beret; he just liked the damn song), and if there was any dignified way to work it in, I'd be campaigning hard for it.
I think I need to buy a funeral-appropriate blouse tomorrow. Meh.
My uncle had Taps and a 21-gun salute at his funeral. We were all quietly mourning and then INCREDIBLY FREAKED OUT because most of us had never attended a military funeral before, and didn't know that the 21 guns (loaded with blanks, but still) are pointed not at the sky, but at the mourners. It was unnerving to say the least.
