Funerals aren’t my bag, but a friend died recently and I felt obligated to attend the funeral. Not having been raised a Catholic, I was unsure what to expect. Other funerals I have been to – which is not many – the service is short and the ritual minimal. But this one dragged on forever. Here’s how I remember it (and my memory may be faulty on the details):
First we stood and the priest gave a prayer. Then we sat down.
The priest gave a short introduction.
Next we stood and sang a hymn. All four verses. Then we sat down.
Two ushers came, rotated the casket 90 degrees, then left.
The priest introduced the family members and each gave a short testimonial.
The priest sprinkled some holy water on the top of the casket (wouldn’t that leave a mark in the polished wood?)
The ushers unfolded an large cloth and draped it over the casket.
The priest read from the bible.
The priest said, “So saith God.” The Catholics in the audience responded, “And it is holy.”
Each of the family members read a bible verse. After each one, the priest said, “So saith God.” The Catholics in the audience responded, “And it is holy.”
The organ began to play, but the priest stopped him – apparently the ritual was out of sequence.
Next came the “orders”. The priest opened a cubbyhole in the altar and removed some silver goblets. One of the sisters walked down the aisle and handed him what looked like an oil and vinegar salad set. He poured some of this in one of the goblets and said something. The Catholics in the audience responded.
The we all stood up and sang another hymn. All four verses.
Then we sat down and the priest went through another ritual and came out into the audience. The catholics lined up and accepted communion from him, filing back to their seats.
The we all stood up and sang another hymn. Four more verses.
We sat down.
The priest spoke and we stood up and recited the Lord’s Prayer. We sat down.
The priest talked about the deceased and how wonderful she was, how much she loved her Lord and how she was now in a better place (a casket?), and how she was a shining example to all her kids. He told an anecdote about how he met her and how she and her (previously deceased) husband were so close and went everywhere together. Now they were together again.
Time for another hymn. Right, all four…
Then the priest said we should hold hands while he recited something important. The Catholics responded.
Next the priest said we should each turn to the person standing beside, in front or behind, and shake hands with our neighbors.
Almost done? Not quite. We sat down.
More inspirational drivel from the priest. Stand up.
The casket was rotated once more and the priest invited us all to follow it to the burial plot. After another ceremony, we would return to the church basement for a full meal. He indicated that the funeral wasn’t complete until we had eaten our fill.
So, with the casket leading the way, followed by the priest and the family members, we all filed out of the church. The casket went one way, I went another.
Even the temptation of a free meal didn’t make me want to stick around that much. After all, I didn’t really know the deceased THAT well!