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I would have done what I intend to do if my husband dies. I will have him cremated and will not be attending any parties for people to stand around and tell me how sorry they are when I really really REALLY don’t care how sorry they are. However sorry they are, I’m sorrier.
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Different experiences, I suppose. When my Dad died, the funeral home had to borrow chairs from other places to jam into the room where he was laid out for the prayer service and the next day the (moderately large) church was about half filled.
When my FIL died, there was a similar crush of people and the (rather smaller) church was filled. (The comment was made that if the roof of the church had fallen in, no one in Southern Michigan or Northwest Ohio would have been able to get their horses shod for months since pretty much every farrier in that area had either been trained by, worked with, or competed against my FIL.)
I really did not hear a lot of “I’m so sorry” expressions at either of those funerals. What I recall were a lot of people expressing how much they had enjoyed knowing either of those gentlemen, how much they had respected them, and any number of (often uproariously funny) anecdotes about their lives.
I know that both my Mom and my MIL were comforted to know that each of them would, indeed, be remembered well and missed. Yeah, it was a bit wearying at the funeral home to have to thank hundreds of people for their expressions of sympathy, but since most of those expressions were accompanied by nice comments about how they had made the world better around them, it was tolerable.
I’ve never been to a mournful wake or funeral in my family and I don’t recall attending one in Deb’s. The house was a bit crowded with visiting family, but they all pitched in to help, with visitors acting as hosts to other visitors. I don’t think I would have wanted to go through those periods mournfully trying to not think about the future or trying to console my nuclear family by ourselves.
In fact, as my co-workers and former classmates have lost parents or siblings or spouses, I have tended to see the same thing. Once or twice I have been to the funeral of a young spouse or a child that was very hard to take, but that has been rare, with even those events tending to be more in line with my general experiences.
As I began this, experiences are different, so I would never try to tell anyone that they have something wrong with their views if their experiences were less uplifting or more depressing. However, the funerals I’ve attended have, indeed, been for the living.