I’m not even really sure if this is a RANT perse, or just a question about etiquette or what, but I know that when it happened I got so angry that my mother almost asked me to excuse myself.
As some people know, I lost my grandfather last weekend to a lingering, stroke related illness. He was a lapsed, casual sort of Catholic, a good man, a great grandfather and father and a fun guy. I am devastated by his loss for dozens of reasons.
His son, my uncle, became a very evangelistic Baptist Pastor late in his life, and his church’s ‘funeral committee’, and how fun are THOSE meetings, took it upon themselves to sort of ‘cater’ our viewing (which was from 1:30 to 9:00), making sure the family was fed and rested and full of coffee.
My god, how sweet that was! Generous and kind. I was so thankful to be able to go out into the vestibule and have a brownie and some coffee and get away from the casket and such for a while. For that I was thankful.
What I wasn’t thankful for was the minimum 200 people from my uncle’s congregation coming to the viewing, hanging around all day, and having basically what amounted to a church social while my grandfather was in a casket, gone forever, not twenty feet away. My sister and I sat in the straightback chairs and watched as they rushed up to pray with my Uncle, to hug him to ‘pay their respects’ and then breeze right past my grandmother and the casket to go talk to someone about some dinner party next week. The whole youth group came and hugged my uncle’s daughters, then made plans for a movie.
The funeral director coordinated two lines outside the room:
One to see my uncle
One to see my grandfather
No shit.
They ate our food and drank our coffee (which I realize was given freely, and didn’t “belong” to us) and laughed it up and had a great time IN THE FUNERAL HOME making plans for next weekend’s Mission Trip to somewhere or Youth Group Events coming up. Patting each other on the back and saying “Brother, you truly are a servant of Christ” while my cousin wept in the corner uncontrollably.
And of course, giving me, the official family basketcase, their condolensences. This involves explaining who I am, how I found out, where I live, “which son is your father?” “were you close?” and the fantastic “How are you doing?” Just what I don’t want to talk about since I can barely hold it together as it is. And to vent my soul to a total f-ing stranger that I’ll never see again was particularly unappealing. Receiving hugs from folks I don’t know is oogy in REGULAR circumstances, on this day it was worse. I was real tempted to ask them for ONE significant fact about my grandfather…his first name, his middle initial, how many kids he had…anything.
OR ELSE, JUST ADMIT YOU ARE HERE TO BROWN NOSE TO YOUR PASTOR. YOU ARE HERE TO LOOK LIKE A GOOD CHRISTIAN.
I can see that you want to support your church leader, but do you have to stick around from 3 to 7? Do you have no fucking sense of propriety? Do you see how his widow is racked with pain and sobbing, having never been alone for 58 fucking years, and now the love of her life is dead? Did it ever pop into your head to say “maybe this isn’t the place to talk about our habitat for humanity trip”?
Do I have a warped view of what this viewing should have been? I honestly want to know since I’ve only been to two funerals in my lifetime. I was under the impression that it would be a day for the family to be together and talk and mourn and remember grandpa, not a day to schmooze with Mod Christians and make my uncle feel important.