I’ve been to the funeral of a 22 year old from a family of true believer born again Christians. It was bizarre. I was the saddest person there and we were only sort of friends. The rest of them honestly believed that he was chilling with Jesus and it would be silly to be sad.
Since then, I’ve noticed that people emphasize the religiosity of the dead when they are trying to reduce their feelings of guilt.
When my Dad died young, 60 or so, the so many “sympathy cards” that we had to read after the funeral emphasized this. I was at such a low point - we were very close and his death was an absolute nightmare - yet it was as if they were comforting themselves by letting me know he was with Jesus now.
And it just made the entire situation somehow worse and more demented.
When I die, I want to be remembered happily by a party. I’m not chillin with Jesus or anyone else and I will demand my family not tone down my atheism, but I want to be remembered for the good times I was able to experience with friends and family. I want the fact that I ever existed to be celebrated. They can be sad and support one another other times, but I want them to put the fun in funeral. Remember me with a barbecue and an open bar. Get some strippers dancing to Highway to Hell. Make it Star Wars themed. I hope there’s at least one drunken hookup. I want people’s last memory of me to be a happy one.
We’ve got such a short time to exist and so much of it is consumed by sadness and the struggle to get by. I don’t want to cause any more grief, or at least I want to balance it when my time is done.
I’ve been to the funeral of a 22 year old from a family of true believer born again Christians. It was bizarre. I was the saddest person there and we were only sort of friends. The rest of them honestly believed that he was chilling with Jesus and it would be silly to be sad.
Since then, I’ve noticed that people emphasize the religiosity of the dead when they are trying to reduce their feelings of guilt.
When my Dad died young, 60 or so, the so many “sympathy cards” that we had to read after the funeral emphasized this. I was at such a low point - we were very close and his death was an absolute nightmare - yet it was as if they were comforting themselves by letting me know he was with Jesus now.
And it just made the entire situation somehow worse and more demented.
When I die, I want to be remembered happily by a party. I’m not chillin with Jesus or anyone else and I will demand my family not tone down my atheism, but I want to be remembered for the good times I was able to experience with friends and family. I want the fact that I ever existed to be celebrated. They can be sad and support one another other times, but I want them to put the fun in funeral. Remember me with a barbecue and an open bar. Get some strippers dancing to Highway to Hell. Make it Star Wars themed. I hope there’s at least one drunken hookup. I want people’s last memory of me to be a happy one.
We’ve got such a short time to exist and so much of it is consumed by sadness and the struggle to get by. I don’t want to cause any more grief, or at least I want to balance it when my time is done.