Friday, December 12, 2014
Pro Tip: Leave the kids at home
So, I had to go to a funeral this morning, and there were no less than five babies in attendance.
Is this ... is this a thing now? Taking infants to funerals?
Because, predictably, each one of those babies lost their sh*t at somewhere between the fifteen-minute and one-hour mark, and not predictably, as far as I'm concerned, the parents of the each of those kids let them wail on for quite some little time before carting them out of the sanctuary.
Manners, people. LEARN THEM. Oh, and there's this thing? Perhaps you've heard of it? Called a babysitter? What. the. actual. f*ck.
Oh, I know it's churlish, complaining about babies. But it just struck me as RUDE. We are there to mourn a loss, NOT to listen to your child scream.
So, yeah, a funeral. It was at a Methodist church, so I figured, easy-peasy, a couple prayers, a couple hymns, the eulogy and we're out of there.
But! Turns out the funeral was not held at this dude's home church, for whatever reason. Turns out he belonged to an evangelical congregation, and they were just borrowing this particular church. For the service.
Evangelicals, man. The service started with no less than four Christian music videos, and they were just warming up. The wife gave the eulogy, which was ... admirable, as she held it together amazingly well. And because they're evangelicals, things skewed more toward the "yay! He gets to meet Jesus now!" end of the spectrum, as opposed to the "oh no he's dead" viewpoint, so that was nice.
Funerals. We'll each be the guest of honor at some point. Leave the kids at home for mine, is all I'm asking.