I don't mind having some 'ritual' in my life. There is certainly 10 minutes worth at the beginning of every 12 Steppers meeting after all.
And if my friends and/or relatives want a religious aspect to a funeral/wedding/christening, unless they are otherwise assholes, I'll go sit thru whatever. I'll take notes and rat out all their silliness here afterwards too. Especially blasphemies and heresies. (My BiL's funeral service featured an astonishing blasphemy delivered by a supposedly pious Baptist preacher, much to my surprise)
Best funeral I've been to in decades was for a cousin who became a 'biker babe' in the late 60s and recently passed away. You had to pay attention to discern any religiosity at all, yet my older relatives who attended weren't offended (Maybe they thought witches were going to consecrate her to Satan and they were relieved it was just low key?) I dunno, I wouldn't mind an unservice like that for myself. I certainly came to know her better from hearing her friends describe their shared adventures than from anything I heard from her parents or siblings. On the rare occasions they could even bring themselves to talk about her at all.
And if my friends and/or relatives want a religious aspect to a funeral/wedding/christening, unless they are otherwise assholes, I'll go sit thru whatever. I'll take notes and rat out all their silliness here afterwards too. Especially blasphemies and heresies. (My BiL's funeral service featured an astonishing blasphemy delivered by a supposedly pious Baptist preacher, much to my surprise)
Best funeral I've been to in decades was for a cousin who became a 'biker babe' in the late 60s and recently passed away. You had to pay attention to discern any religiosity at all, yet my older relatives who attended weren't offended (Maybe they thought witches were going to consecrate her to Satan and they were relieved it was just low key?) I dunno, I wouldn't mind an unservice like that for myself. I certainly came to know her better from hearing her friends describe their shared adventures than from anything I heard from her parents or siblings. On the rare occasions they could even bring themselves to talk about her at all.
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
