Well, we said goodby to my maternal grandpa yesterday.
I had to laugh at the short-sightedness of the funeral home, though. I guess they do a lot of small funerals. My step-grandpa Brown’s funeral was there. All the relatives for Grandpa Brown’s funeral fit easilly into one of the side viewing rooms.
Grandpa McGill was a whole different story. We were actually lucky that not everyone who was related was able to come. Here is the breakdown:
9 living children
35 living natural grandkids
20+ living step-grandkids
50+ living great-grandkids
3 living great-great-grandkids
Plus, about a half-dozen ex-d-i-l’s or ex-s-i-l’s. Oh, and let’s not forget ex-grandkid-in-law’s.
But, there are AT LEAST 114 living BIOLOGICAL relatives (ok, that’s including step-grandkids). That poor funeral home was trying to divert all the relatives to the viewing room – which has a maximum seating capacity of 40. Yeah, right. Oh, and let’s not forget that most of the relatives have spouses.
9 kids + spouses = 18
35 grandkids +spouses = 70
50 great-grandkids + spouses = 75 (about half aren’t married yet)
3 great-great-grandkids = 3 (none are out of diapers yet)
I took a seat near the entrance on a very comfy couch, and just laughed every time someone came in the door and the greeter (not a relative, but an employee of the funeral home) would ask “friend or relative” and try to direct relatives toward the side room. I think the side room should (at least in THIS case) have been reserved for the children (and their spouses) & pall-bearers (w/o spouses).
Anyhow, the chapel was nicely decorated, and it worked well. We managed to get everyone who wanted to attend inside.
However, during the service I was rather brutally reminded of my Grandpa Brown’s service. They both had one very upsetting common characteristic. Overwhelmingly Christian themes – and Christian Ministers who were very shamelessly abusing the occasion to prod people into converting/rededicating/etc. And, both funerals were tag-team events (by which I mean that there were TWO ministers, sharing the outreach opportunity). By the time the chapel service was over, I was seathing inside, it was THAT blatantly obvious! When we got the chance to pull out of the line, we turned around and left without going to the gravesite. I couldn’t stomach any more preachy, self-serving lies.
Which leads me to my decision. I am going to make it known to all of my relatives that, from now on, they don’t even need to invite me to a funeral if there will be a Christian minister participating in it. I won’t come.