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how pretty much everyone, if you read the obits, seems to have a funeral in a church when so few people, religious or not, actually belong to a particular church, these days, or even attend one, even on religious holidays.:shrug:
I agree that funerals are for the living, or, rather, wakes, since I attend the wake more often than the funeral. When I was a teen-ager, and my father was attending family wakes, I used to give him a hard time about it, telling him that this was a barbaric practice. But now I understand, having now gone to many myself, a lot of family, including my own father, and even a few friends, who died young. I see them as a way of coming to terms with what has happened, a kind of ritual of closure. And it's also a supportive gathering of people who feel much the same way as you do.:grouphug:
Most of my father's family are Catholics, and they do the wakes and the large funerals, the whole traditional ritual. But my one grandmother was Protestant, and that part of the family seems to opt for cremation, followed by a "memorial service." I feel irritated by those, since there seems to be little point in it and I have found those to be very unsatisfying. I mean, suddenly the person just isn't there anymore, there is no chance to say goodbye, but they go ahead and have a church service anyway.:shrug:
When I went to summer camp, as a kid, for two months every summer, they said they offered a "non-denominational" service every Sunday. But they weren't really religious at all. I remember when it was my cabin's turn to do the "service," the theme of ours was "friendship." We read poems and played music, like Carole King, and I remember that I read Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" speech. I really enjoyed that kind of "service," especially the one we did. It made me feel really good, much more so than any religious service that I was forced to attend.:-)
I always felt vaguely guilty after going to church. Probably a lot of it was that I just knew I didn't want to be there. Anyway, I think that the kind of "service" that we put together at camp would be appropriate for an atheist's funeral. A gathering of friends and family, with favorite music and poetry, possibly photographs, which you often see at wakes, and people getting up and sharing thoughts and memories about the person who's gone. My role in my family is to give the eulogy. I got up and spoke about my Dad, at his funeral, so now it's expected of me, and it can be incredibly cathartic.;(
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