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Death Becomes Her
07.22.04 (11:00 pm)   [edit]
When a loved one dies, it's a trying time and your friends sometimes seem to fall over themselves trying to comfort and support you. Some people get extremely uncomfortable and don't know what to say. The best advice is just to keep it simple, say what you know and don't exaggerate or adlib. Don't exaggerate about your closeness to the deceased. Don't talk about fictitious occasions in which you and the deceased took part. And for the love of God and all that is holy, don't screw up your face and squeeze your eyes trying to milk fake tears that won't fall. Pay your respect, express your condolences, offer a shoulder to cry on and go home.

The past two weeks I've heard some real gems from people acting like a deer caught in headlights at the mention of a death in the family.

Examples

- At the funeral, a man I didn't recognize approached me, hugged me, squeezed me, kissed me on the cheek, rubbed my bra strap and whispered in my ear "You know, your grandmother looked so beautiful and peaceful in her coffin. I wish we could all be so lucky when our time comes."

- Also at the funeral, the Member of Parliament for grandma's constituency got up to speak at the funeral, pointed to the casket and asked the congregation "Who will be next?"

- Today at the pharmacy, I bumped into my cousin's former fiance (boy did she and the family dodge a bullet on that one) and he expressed his condolences by saying "You know what they say about the sins of the father. Hope your luck will change soon. These things tend to come in threes." My Mom and I had to sit down in the car for 5 minutes in silence trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about.

- My mom and her siblings donated money to the primary school in my grandma's hometown and at the funeral the school Principal went around asking those in attendance for money. Later I learned that she never even thanked my mom or any of her siblings for the donation. Well, I guess she thanked us at the funeral service by grabbing the microphone during the benediction and singing loud and off-key.
 


posted by: kwurk (reply)
post date: 07.26.04 (2:05 pm)

people get embarrased by death yet its something that we all have to deal with sooner or later.

when i die, i dont want people to mourne and become depressed, i want them to remember me always and battle on with life...etc

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