Yesterday I went to the funeral of one of my aunts. It was a Roman Catholic funeral with all the bells and whistles. Now normally I just sit in the back of the church and/or funeral parlor and let it all happen, but since I was her godson I was asked to participate in the lighting of candles and escort her coffin to the grave. And that didn't bother me at all either, it is a different perspective seeing everyone from the front of the church instead of the back.
But the real problem for me came with the speech at the funeral parlor. The pastor was giving a speech about what heaven looks like for her and how wonderful this place is she is going too, a lush 3 tier garden with passionflower arches and a kind voice welcoming her into their midst.
Fucking hell I got pissed off. From that moment on I couldn't even mourn her death anymore. I was just glad she didn't suffer anymore from the cancer, and that she couldn't hear that hypocrite talk about her passing on like that, even mentioning that "even though she lost her faith in these tough times, I'm sure there is a place for her in heaven".
At that moment I could scream. "How the fuck do you know that? You are just making that shit up, why? Do you really think we need comforting so badly that you need to lie to us? What are we? 6?"
After the service I just talked to some of my relatives that I hadn't seen in a while, offered my condolences to my uncle, got in my car and drove back home with my stereo as load as I could tolerate. There was a thing called the "Brabantse koffietafel" which is a meal to be served after funerals, but I was in not in the mood after that.
But the real problem for me came with the speech at the funeral parlor. The pastor was giving a speech about what heaven looks like for her and how wonderful this place is she is going too, a lush 3 tier garden with passionflower arches and a kind voice welcoming her into their midst.
Fucking hell I got pissed off. From that moment on I couldn't even mourn her death anymore. I was just glad she didn't suffer anymore from the cancer, and that she couldn't hear that hypocrite talk about her passing on like that, even mentioning that "even though she lost her faith in these tough times, I'm sure there is a place for her in heaven".
At that moment I could scream. "How the fuck do you know that? You are just making that shit up, why? Do you really think we need comforting so badly that you need to lie to us? What are we? 6?"
After the service I just talked to some of my relatives that I hadn't seen in a while, offered my condolences to my uncle, got in my car and drove back home with my stereo as load as I could tolerate. There was a thing called the "Brabantse koffietafel" which is a meal to be served after funerals, but I was in not in the mood after that.
Best regards,
Leo van Miert
Horsepower is how hard you hit the wall --Torque is how far you take the wall with you
Leo van Miert
Horsepower is how hard you hit the wall --Torque is how far you take the wall with you
