When I want to pick up women, of course!
Thanks to Will Ferrel in Wedding Crashers for that idea.
When I want to pick up women, of course!
Thanks to Will Ferrel in Wedding Crashers for that idea.
You are obviously unfamiliar with Thai culture. Believe me, it would be a huge loss of face for her here.
So I would hope my friends will turn it into a party. My main beef with funerals is the waste of time they are and the inconvenience that it puts people to. I’ve never bought into the “closure” concept myself. I would not want to make people waste a good part of a day just because they happened to be acquainted with me, so the Mrs had better splash out with the beverages.
There ARE some pretty hot widows out there, I guess.
Never been to one.
I remember people in my own way, for my own reasons. If the person’s life made mine better, I thank the forces that be. I don’t feel the need to share that with other people in any kind of structured, pre-packaged sort of way.
Funeral are social occasions everywhere. A brief moment when people with a common purpose can come together and grieve the loss of someone they love. Trust me, YOU won’t care one way or another if your wife gives a funeral for you. It’s not for you. It’s for those of us who are left behind to honor the impact you’ve made in our lives.
It’s not the same. You’d have to experience it here, but I mean “social” as in “festive.” Even more so than an Irish wake. Still a pain in the arse to me, though, so I avoid them.
That’s a bit sad, in a way, for the friends and relatives of the deceased who might like to know how your life was made better by that person. I only say this because many, many years after my dad’s death, we ran into one of his former coworkers, someone we had never met before. The man told us how much he had admired my dad and how my dad had helped him a great deal, and related an amusing anecdote that really captured my dad’s sense of humor. How much nicer it would have been to hear of this when we were grieving, instead of 20 years later by total off-hand chance. That memory could have been sustaining us all those years. Instead, it was essentially something we never knew about my dad,and only a single word spoken at a random time brought us that information (it was a “Did you say your name is Blue? I used to work with a guy named Blue…” moment).