sometimes…
A family in our town recently had their five year old child die after a long illness, and had a super-elaborate funeral for him. Not just the usual viewing/church service/burial, but all sorts of extras. They flew in some family members from basically across the entire country, they rented several limousines for the procession to the cemetary, they’ve ordered a, do you still call it a headstone? with a marble statue of a cherub on a stand thingy, elaborate floral displays. They even had violinist playing at the graveside while the coffin was lowered and they released a mass of doves.
Now, as I said, you aren’t supposed to judge how people express their grief and all that, but I happen to do volunteer work with another member of the family, a great aunt of the boy who died, and I know how hard hit financially the family has been by this little boy’s illness. The family wasn’t well off to begin with, but the mother stopped working to care for him full time the last two years, and the father is an ordinary working man. As a result, they were on Medicaid, which doesn’t really cover a lot of expenses that are needful/helpful for the child and his family in the circumstances, like commercially prepared meals for example. So increased expenses and decreased income – things were tough, even though other family members helped as they could.
Their church and neighbors have done many fund raisers for them over the past years. They have two other children who have taken on jobs after school to try to help out.
So today the great aunt told me they were setting up a Go Fund Me to raise money to cover the funeral expenses. She said they had spent all the money they had saved as a ‘college fund’ for their other children (ages 16 and 18, the last child was a 'miracle baby) but it wasn’t enough. I said something like, How much do they owe? And she said they’d spent over $35,000 on the funeral.
I stared at her. I’ve paid for the funerals of one brother and my mother in the past ten years, and it came to nothing like that! She said, well, the plane tickets for Aunt X, and Cousins Y and Z. And we had to get suitable clothes for everyone for the funeral. And the cemetary plot, and the violinist and, and, and.
I guess I still looked shocked because she said defensively, “Well, we couldn’t let people think we didn’t love Jimmy (not real name) could we? We had to do it right!”
So I just murnurred something, and said she should tell me when they got the Go Fund Me thing running.
But honestly, I’m appalled. A poor family, pretty much having to scrape by on charity, but they spend thousands and thousands of dollars to, I don’t know, make sure they displayed their grief properly to their community? Like, anyone was going to think, hmm, that’s not a new suit the dad is wearing, they must not have loved the little boy?
And what about their other two children? Is having the violinist and doves really more important than having some money to help them get educations/training to do well in life?
I just don’t understand that way of thinking.