Sunday, February 27, 2011

Fun with Funerals

Okay, I'm back.  Waddya mean, "You were gone?  Didn't notice."

I didn't actually GO anywhere but I wasn't *here* and by *here* I mean blogging.  What with my mother-in-law dying, things needed to be taken care of, the least of which was making funeral arrangements and wasn't THAT fun.  And not because we were prostrated with grief.  We were at the funeral home/conglomerate for over 4 HOURS doing paperwork because we threw the funeral home a double whammy by bringing along my father-in-law and telling them he was to be buried in the casket with my mother-in-law.  Oh, and before you get all "WHAT????" I need to clarify that my FIL died 10 years ago and it was his ashes that were to be tucked into my MIL's casket which meant a "double burial" and all the proper permits and forms and stuff had to be filled out and filed and, of course, paid for.

Then we had to get through the viewing (always a delight), the actual funeral and burial, the post-funeral reception and the hardest, most emotional part of the whole ordeal, buying Thing 2 a dress and proper shoes to wear because, despite her pleas, skinny black jeans, a black t-shirt, a black Inflight Surf Shop hoodie and Van's shoes do not constitute proper funeral attire.  Luckily, the 'Zhay had a cute simple black shift (with pockets!  That was the selling feature) and Payless had simple black suede ballet flats and she was Properly Attired.  Very, very grudgingly.  Although she KNEW she looked adorable.  In fact, her response to my, "You look adorable!" was a smug, "Obviously."  Who has self-esteem issues?  Not Her.

I could tell some interesting stories of what happened during the funeral but while my family "gets" the humor, I don't know if others would so it's best if I not tell that story here.

I know having photos in a blog post can really add something to the story but I used better judgment and refrained from whipping out my camera during this time because well, it just ain't fittin'!  Although if my Gramma was still here with us, she would have demanded I take pictures of the casket, flowers, the occupant of the casket (really), the gravesite, the hearse, and everything because if there was one thing my Gramma loved, it was a good funeral.  

So, I should be back to my regularly scheduled blogging because I know my 3 followers are going through withdrawals.



  1. Girl, I should tell you about the time we had my step-father's funeral and two days later his daughter, my step-sister's. My whole family was overcome and we tend to get hysterically silly at these events. So, Yeah, I would be all over some photos of your m-i-l's funeral.

    Tastefully done, of course.

  2. Oh my......I am overcome with admiration and a bit of green, not over the funeral but of the brilliance with which you tell it.

    You are a bloomin' wonder and dangerously close to becoming national treasure. And I love, love love the subtitle of your blog. Dammit, why didn't I think of that?

  3. You really had to pay for a double burial?? Couldn't have just slipped him under her:) Glad your back!