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I suppose it could be about Ford if one so desired, but that's not my intent.
Up front, my purpose here is to ask about your expectations of what a funeral should be, how it should be conducted, and what kinds of traditions you have in your mind as appropriate for the rites associated with the end of a person's life. Do please feel free to be as detailed as you like because I'm truly interested.
This interest comes from two unrelated events that nonetheless took place in such close proximity in time so that my mind couldn't help but focus on them.
The first involves James Brown. Going to work the other day I heard a local radio talking head speaking sarcastically of the ceremony involved at James Brown's funeral. (I don't know the exact details of the funeral, only what I've heard from this talking head and another pair of talking heads who had an opposite opinion, so I'm not wanting to call into question the veracity of the details. For lack of a better phrase, it's the thought that counts with this.) Apparently Brown's funeral or memorial service or some event associated with those commemorating his life and noting his passing involved what amounted to a mimicking his stage show. That is, the clothing in which is body was dressed was changed several times, paying homage to the habit that was a part of his trademark "the hardest working man in show business." Also, a cape that was used in an archetypal James Brown scene was draped over his coffin to indicate the show was truly over. The talking head made fun of all this, which I found childish, so I changed the channel. To my surprise, the very same subject was being discussed on another show, and the pair that formed that station's morning team thought it only appropriate. I agreed, but then again I recognized from where the thoughts the other talking head had were originating. My culture frowns on such practices. My culture is fairly subdued, even morose, in its funeral customs.
The second event involves reading _The Innocent Man_ by John Grisham and preparing a review (a version of which I will post here eventually if anyone is interested) of the book from the perspective of someone who lived near and knew many of the people in the book. In this book, Grisham is writing about a town in which I lived for 30 years of my life. He goes into detail about people I knew. The church attended by the family of "the innocent man" and that man himself was the very church in which I was raised during my early years. Grisham writes of its traditions, most notably in this context its funeral traditions while describing the ceremony involved in laying to rest Debra Sue Carter, the girl who was murdered in Ada in 1982 and whose murder was pinned on the man who had attended the same church I had. Grisham writes of the murdered girl's mother having become all but catatonic in the wake of her child's death, and then he notes that the funeral rites were such that they "magnified" the pain and suffering by having the entire ceremony performed with an open casket, the face of the body open to view to all attendees.
The first thing I thought of this is that most of the churches in Ada, most some variant of Protestantism, all have a similar tradition. My Grandmother's casket was open during the funeral, and after the ceremony, those who chose to do so, mostly family and close friends, walked by and said their final goodbye to her. I broke down and had to be helped out of the building by a friend. My mother nearly came apart at the seams. Yes, it was brutal. It was also one brick in a long road of healing that would follow. It was expected.
This brought me back to the Brown funeral. Weren't the rites "expected" in his case as well? He *was* James Brown. I can think of no better ceremony surrounding the final passing of any individual than for his or her funeral to be accompanied by what was expected both by those who survived and by the person him or herself. I think James Brown would have approved, and obviously so did those close to him. My grandmother would have approved of her own funeral. She had insisted on no less when her sisters and brothers who died before her were laid to rest. They were dressed as they were most comfortable, most recognizable (my grandmother in her favorite type of housecoat), and the living were expected to see this.
But at the same time I became aware while considering this of my own ignorance other people's cultural traditions, and that's what it is in both cases, a cultural tradition, be it a large culture or a private one. As a person who considers himself a student of varied cultures, I am very ashamed to admit this aspect of culture has almost totally escaped by notice. I personally have never attended a funeral for anyone who did not grow up with my expected traditions and so have not experienced in person something as odd, to my culture's way of thinking, as having a cape draped across a casket in pantomime of a stage performance.
So, what are your thoughts on this, if any? What are your expected traditions involved with commemorating or celebrating those close to us who pass on before us?
(And, naturally, I've gone and made this too long, but so be it. I'm truly interested, and I wanted to explain in detail where my mind has gone and is going with this.)
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