DepricatedZero
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About half a year ago, my aunt died in a car accident on her way to work. This shook me to the core at the time, and I've been stewing with it since. I don't think I mentioned anything about it on here - I like to keep a reign on my stronger emotions and deal with them privately and sort through my thoughts. I have a few people I turn to when I really need to talk, and I did. As that goes, I'm still dealing with losing her, but what happened at her funeral was unforgivable.
She lived about 5 hours from me, not a short drive. I dropped everything, though, to be sure I was there. Everything was tastefully done(well, except for one major thing, but that's not relevant) and I was glad to see that more of my family had made it. My mother and I mourned with her husband.
Then the preacher arrived.
This wasn't like any other funeral I'd ever been to. Last I went to was my great grandmother, who was very religious, and her funeral was very pleasant with the priest talking about how wonderful a person she was, her friends talking about the times they'd shared with her and remembering her, all in all that was a rather pleasant funeral. Religion was in it, sure, but she was the centerpiece - the reason we were there, and the focus of the day.
My aunt was anything but, apparently. This asshat turned her funeral into a recruitment session. He wasn't subtle, and in fact he was rather vile about it. He first brought up the topic of death, and how death makes us question life, and uncertain, and then asked why we have funerals? Well, we have funerals so that we can be comforted in knowing that there's a life after death, so says he. And then he has the audacity to say that misery and suffering, such as this death, are brought about because some of us question god's word, and infidels are the cause of pain and suffering in the world. Those foolish enough to disbelieve will have to answer when they die, and so on and so forth - basically attacking any non-(Protestant? I think) and then offering acceptance and forgiveness if you just raise your hand and acknowledge that jesus is your savior and the one true god is your god. He literally ignored my aunt, and from the point that he appeared, it could have been anyone's funeral, because she wasn't part of it. She wasn't the focus of the day.
I drove straight home after the funeral and didn't stick around as I had planned to. I was livid, and I still am. This was...abhorrent, abominable, atrocious.
This bothers the shit out of me. I've taken time to party for my aunt and she would have wanted, but I feel like her memory was pissed on there.
She lived about 5 hours from me, not a short drive. I dropped everything, though, to be sure I was there. Everything was tastefully done(well, except for one major thing, but that's not relevant) and I was glad to see that more of my family had made it. My mother and I mourned with her husband.
Then the preacher arrived.
This wasn't like any other funeral I'd ever been to. Last I went to was my great grandmother, who was very religious, and her funeral was very pleasant with the priest talking about how wonderful a person she was, her friends talking about the times they'd shared with her and remembering her, all in all that was a rather pleasant funeral. Religion was in it, sure, but she was the centerpiece - the reason we were there, and the focus of the day.
My aunt was anything but, apparently. This asshat turned her funeral into a recruitment session. He wasn't subtle, and in fact he was rather vile about it. He first brought up the topic of death, and how death makes us question life, and uncertain, and then asked why we have funerals? Well, we have funerals so that we can be comforted in knowing that there's a life after death, so says he. And then he has the audacity to say that misery and suffering, such as this death, are brought about because some of us question god's word, and infidels are the cause of pain and suffering in the world. Those foolish enough to disbelieve will have to answer when they die, and so on and so forth - basically attacking any non-(Protestant? I think) and then offering acceptance and forgiveness if you just raise your hand and acknowledge that jesus is your savior and the one true god is your god. He literally ignored my aunt, and from the point that he appeared, it could have been anyone's funeral, because she wasn't part of it. She wasn't the focus of the day.
I drove straight home after the funeral and didn't stick around as I had planned to. I was livid, and I still am. This was...abhorrent, abominable, atrocious.
This bothers the shit out of me. I've taken time to party for my aunt and she would have wanted, but I feel like her memory was pissed on there.