Wakes and Other Such Events
I don't know about you, but I hate funerals. My Great Aunt Marietta loved them and I'm pretty sure she'd go to funerals just for the heck of it. If she bumped into them at Walmart and managed to get a name, she'd show up at their funeral. I never understood it because I pretty much have to be dragged to funerals and wakes. Honestly, I think wakes are weirder that funerals because you have to walk up there and look at the dead person and I find that to be just a tad bit ghoulish. Maybe that's just me. Regardless of how odd it may be, over the years I've had to come up with some way to cope with sad events -and grief in general. Surprise... It's through finding something to laugh about. For a while, this coping mechanism worked pretty well. I'd get dragged to funerals, I'd be polite, respectful, and appropriately solemn (depending on how well I knew the person and/or the family), and I'd be fine. I'd notice the pallbearer's toupee slip...