'Good said:
Sorry to hear, SLB. I hope you have a good weekend.
Thanks GB.
'phishphan said:
the word "nincompoop" is just not used enough these days
'Thorn said:
'St. Louis Bob said:
Just got back from the funeral for my GB's brother. Well THAT was a new experience. I don't know how many of you other white devils have attended a Baptist style service for a black man but it was pretty moving. The chapel was completely full and I'm estimating there was about 150 people there. The only other white faces belonged to Mother Mary and two angels on the mural behind the alter. You know what, I didn't feel weird, awkward or out of place at all. Maybe (alright no "maybe" about it) there is something wrong with me and I should have. It sure beats a Catholic funeral which of course is nothing but mass with a casket. *sigh* I need to find somebody to go drink with.
You need more Irish in your Catholic funerals IMO
I see all of my comments have been covered.
It isn't that I don't like it exactly, it's just what I'm used to. I'm just as much, if not more, Scottish/Irish than my surname lets on. Our wakes are generally spent in the parking lot pounding beer and laughing loudly. Same thing after the body is in the ground. This was just something so different though, it was really moving. I cried like a baby most of the time although I'm fairly certain I was one of the only men to do s

ne part of the ceremony was called "the condolences". Anybody that wanted to get up in front of the mic and say something to the family could do so. There were a dozen or so people that did. I seriously considered it but since I more casually new him, thought it wouldn't be proper. One of the first people to participate was Aunt Jeanie. Short, outspoken gal, reminded me a lot of my Godmother. She gets on the mic and starts with "HI I'M AUNT JEANIE! WHAT'S MY NAME?!!" and everybody yells back "AUNT JEANIE!!"

She then went on about how Marlon, the deceased, was as a boy and how she was always on his ### and how he has to be driving God crazy right now. How we shouldn't be sad. She closes with "WHAT'S MY NAME!" and of course everybody yells "AUNT JEANIE" with much laughter. I need to see Aunt Jeanie again. She's good people.Everybody was dressed as you would expect for a funeral except for a couple of young men that were more gangsta. Pants hanging etc., you know what I mean. Well one of these guys is engaged to the Marlon's daughter. His daughter gets up to speak and he is standing right besides her. I'm thinking good for him. The poor thing could barely get a couple of words out though before breaking into tears and walking away. He just stood there for a long 20 seconds or so looking at the ground. He finally walks up to the mic and says "I'm not sure what to say so I'm just going to sing it". Then breaks out in some gospel song and was just unfreaking believable. What a voice. I was in awe to say the least.It was a tremendous religious experience for me. I don't go to church but I could see how people are satisfied by this because it did make me feel full although exhausted. I ended up going to my GB's (BFF) house and we split a case of beer. I probably shouldn't have driven home but I felt stone cold sober.

To Marlon.