Orthodox christian funerals are p chill, you get to watch a guy sing in a silly voice while smoking up the room. If it’s an open casket one it’s very moving too
I think after what we all have just been through we all have our own personal preferences what work best with our own idiosyncrasies. At least I’d be surprised if anyone has gone the last six years without so much as a sniffle.
I grew up a fundie Southern Baptist but was athiest by around 2000. In 2009 I did an internship with a group that brought up a bunch of Puertoriqueños, who were every one of them truly delightful folks. But I drove across the country in my truck so I’d have transportation, whereas they all flew up from the island, so when one of them wanted to go to church, I ended up driving her, and she wanted me to come hang out in the service, soooooo… sure. How bad could it be?
…It took all I could muster not to leave in the middle. Brought back too many memories. I was glad she didn’t want to go back, because I would have gladly dropped her off, but no way I could handle going in and doing it again. heh
Not going to church growing up and then attending a Catholic wedding or funeral is so WEIRD.
“Up, down, up, down, up, down”
Yeah I never expected church to be leg day. I’m just glad they’ve got coffee after
“May the Force be with you.”
“And also with you.”
I grew up protestant, but I learned that to trigger Catholics and ex-Catholics. :D
Excuse me.
It’s “And with your spirit.”
Orthodox christian funerals are p chill, you get to watch a guy sing in a silly voice while smoking up the room. If it’s an open casket one it’s very moving too
uhhh, I’d prefer the casket not be moving if it’s all the same to you…
You can go to CVS and talk to your pharmacist about getting something to stop the coffin.
I think after what we all have just been through we all have our own personal preferences what work best with our own idiosyncrasies. At least I’d be surprised if anyone has gone the last six years without so much as a sniffle.
I grew up a fundie Southern Baptist but was athiest by around 2000. In 2009 I did an internship with a group that brought up a bunch of Puertoriqueños, who were every one of them truly delightful folks. But I drove across the country in my truck so I’d have transportation, whereas they all flew up from the island, so when one of them wanted to go to church, I ended up driving her, and she wanted me to come hang out in the service, soooooo… sure. How bad could it be?
…It took all I could muster not to leave in the middle. Brought back too many memories. I was glad she didn’t want to go back, because I would have gladly dropped her off, but no way I could handle going in and doing it again. heh