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America makes me sad. Strangely enough, great grandpa's funeral kind of cheered me up as morbid as that sounds. It just reminded me of how...insane my family is. It proved just how long it's been since my family has attended any sort of mass. And i don't just mean my nuclear family, i mean EVERYONE. No one knew when to sit down or stand up or kneel, no one knew any of the prayers (hell even i knew the lords prayer, and no one else did), no one knew what order to go in to get the host or what ever its called (you know....front row to back row) and after everyone took it they just kinda wandered away. It was like a lost flock of sheep. it was great. My cousins randomly joined the choir for a day so it was all out of key and stuff, and the organist was out of town, so they used not a cd, but a FLOPPY DISK. Afterwards, everyone was was wandering around outside, forgetting that we still had to go to the cemetary to bury the ashes. When we got to the cemetary, it was hella windy, and everyone's coats and hats kept blowing away. Add into this a priest who didn't speak english as a native language and you have a fun filled funeral. The funeral luncheon was like the most stereotypically farm thing ever. 6 types of hot dish, and SEVEN different jello salads. There was also a lot of cake. And it was in a church basement. Sooooo stereotypical. I think great-grandpa would have been highly amused at his own funeral, which is the best we can hope for. That, and that next time there is a funeral, we learn what we're supposed to do BEFORE it happens. The mixed up weirdness of the funeral reminded me that even in serious times, we shouldn't forget the humorous aspects of life.