Sampiro --I have had the same thoughts as your mother, just not spoken them aloud! Thanks for the laugh.
I ahve been to too many funerals at this point. They seem to be a mixed bad, IMO. I think I am fortunate to see mostly more conservative (in terms of emoting) services.
Most of the Catholic and generic community church funerals here have been staid, solemn and respectful of grief. Jesus is presented as a comforting figure, not a righteous soldier of God (and thank God for that).
But.
I have been to two funerals that were so horrible (to me) that they stand out in my mind. One was my husband’s cousin’s. She was only in her late 30’s when she died–she had been chronically ill for her whole life. She was almost everything to her mother–and yet the priest managed to get not only the deceased’s name wrong, but her mother’s as well (!). Christ on a cracker–her name was Cheryl and her mother’s name was Norlene. These are not difficult names to say. He blathered on about God’s love and the everlasting joy of heaven–shallow, sentimental garbage that comforts no-one (or at least not me).
( Also, Cheryl’s first husband was NOT invited to the service–I thought that was terrible. He wasn’t even informed that she was dead. That’s creepy to me, but hardly the priest’s responsibility. )
Anyway, the other bad funeral was more about the attendees than the service. There was an open casket in the narthex-it was to be moved into the church at the correct time. People filed in and past etc, like they do. I was an usher for this funeral; the deceased was a fellow member of the congregation. Anyway, the church filled up and there were just a few stragglers now in front of the casket. Turns out they were in some way related to the deceased. The woman looks at the body in the casket, says a few pious words and then proceeds to try to get the bracelet OFF the deceased wrists. It is sutured on, so no joy. She is tugging at the thing when the funeral director notices and goes over to her.
I don’t remember the rest of the service, but the sight of that woman, pulling at a dead person’s wrist stays with me.
We are an interesting species, no?
Another behavior I’ve noticed is when people get up to “say a few words”–mostly those words are about THEM–not the deceased. That bothers me when that happens and I have told all concerned that I will haunt them if they go on and on about themselves, and not ME. At this point, I think I want a non-religious ceremony, by religious people. IOW, I admire and like my pastors, but I no believe their mumbo-jumbo. I see Jesus as a prophet and teacher, not as a Saviour etc. I have no problem believing in a god, I just don’t believe in organized religion etc. Cremate me and scatter my ashes either on the prairie or in UK somewhere. Let me be.