I’m not usually much of churchgoer, but the New Year almost always delivers the unexpected, and thus I recently found myself attending a Catholic funeral service. |
The first thing unbelievers such as myself realize upon attending a church service, with the hymns, the kneeling, the chanting, is that the only difference between the Catholics and your run-of-the-mill cult is real-estate ownership on a large scale. |
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For this reason, there are only two things that will get non-believers into a church, a wedding or a funeral.Most of us would rather attend the former than the latter, but the fact is that while only a lucky few will find true love, every single one of us will eventually have our chance to pass on to the “afterlife” of “organ-donorship.” |
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Not that there will be much left of it anyway. | ||||
I don’t like to think about my own mortality, but winter and funerals make it inevitable. | ||||
Take for instance a depression that could be easily handled in the summer time with a candy bar and the occasional bottle of Zima: that same depression will withstand the effects of a $500 UV light lamp, 3 bags of stale Halloween candy, and half a box of stolen communion wine before I even see a dent! | ||||
The worst thing about most of these funerals is that they don’t make the presentation reflective of the person who died. The priest uses it as an opportunity to scare the rest of us into submission. | ||||
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In the meantime, if any one wants to show a little Christian charity, how about a couple bucks towards my UV lamp? |