So some amusing things happened at a funeral...
I went to a funeral this Saturday, since my great uncle passed away on Valentine's. He had been sick for quite a while and was the kind of guy who wanted things to be cheery, so the atmosphere was not quite as bad as you'd expect for a funeral.
The amount of family that showed up was /huge/. We took up half the auditorium.
One of the little kids had a small but awesome afro. It was curly and brown. Since he was there, I assume he is in some way related to me. This
knowledge makes me somewhat proud. We were also impressed by my adorable grandfather's "snazzy" cane.
As my usual strategy at Large Family Gatherings is to follow one of my overwhelmingly female direct relatives around until we are given clear directions on what to do, I at one point found myself trailing after my sister. This conversation took place:
Sister: Where's Julia *looking around*?
Me: *Shruuug. Follows.*
Julia: *Talking to our Dad in the gym*
Sister: ... *Turns to me* I don't see Julia anywhere, do you? : D *Walks right back out*
Me: Ha... haha : D; *Follows*
I was glad I had heard a rumor about the old guy wanting to be buried in his overalls, since farming was his favorite hobby. This means I was able to avoid doing a big double-take at the casket.
...About halfway through writing this I realized that I was writing a post about things I found vaguely amusing at a funeral. This... really shows how little I have to write about, doesn't it.
EDIT: Oh, and as a side note, so I don't make an entirely new post about it: I apologize for being extra late on tags this week, guys :
The amount of family that showed up was /huge/. We took up half the auditorium.
One of the little kids had a small but awesome afro. It was curly and brown. Since he was there, I assume he is in some way related to me. This
knowledge makes me somewhat proud. We were also impressed by my adorable grandfather's "snazzy" cane.
As my usual strategy at Large Family Gatherings is to follow one of my overwhelmingly female direct relatives around until we are given clear directions on what to do, I at one point found myself trailing after my sister. This conversation took place:
Sister: Where's Julia *looking around*?
Me: *Shruuug. Follows.*
Julia: *Talking to our Dad in the gym*
Sister: ... *Turns to me* I don't see Julia anywhere, do you? : D *Walks right back out*
Me: Ha... haha : D; *Follows*
I was glad I had heard a rumor about the old guy wanting to be buried in his overalls, since farming was his favorite hobby. This means I was able to avoid doing a big double-take at the casket.
...About halfway through writing this I realized that I was writing a post about things I found vaguely amusing at a funeral. This... really shows how little I have to write about, doesn't it.
EDIT: Oh, and as a side note, so I don't make an entirely new post about it: I apologize for being extra late on tags this week, guys :