funerals
i'd never been to a funeral before.
i joined a choir, and we were asked to provide music for the funeral of a young man, only 19.
in a way, it was spectacular. his coffin was drawn by two horses. i didn't see it, as we were waiting in the church, but i could see the fuzzy view of it from the rippled glass.
the undertaker had a top hat, and he held it grandly in front of himself as he inspected the church to see where to put the coffin. he and his assistant placed the stands, which i had never thought about before, for the coffin in front of the altar. he was dressed in formal attire, a morning coat?
the coffin was covered grandly with red flowers. the poor man had died on veterans day, and everyone was wearing a bit of red or red poppy flowers.
it was all very sad.
the church was packed, and apparently the same number of people were waiting outside as they couldn't fit.
as the priest blessed the coffin, the song we sang, about angels greeting him in paradise & enfolding him--i can't write the words because it's too sad. it's supposed to be comforting, but it's hard to explain; it just made all the girls in the choir start crying. but everyone in the church was already crying because one of the sisters read a farewell poem to her brother--it was supposed to be funny, but she was too upset.
i'm sorry he's dead, and i don't even know him. i'm glad i went though. i imagine all funerals to be like his--monumental and majestic.
i joined a choir, and we were asked to provide music for the funeral of a young man, only 19.
in a way, it was spectacular. his coffin was drawn by two horses. i didn't see it, as we were waiting in the church, but i could see the fuzzy view of it from the rippled glass.
the undertaker had a top hat, and he held it grandly in front of himself as he inspected the church to see where to put the coffin. he and his assistant placed the stands, which i had never thought about before, for the coffin in front of the altar. he was dressed in formal attire, a morning coat?
the coffin was covered grandly with red flowers. the poor man had died on veterans day, and everyone was wearing a bit of red or red poppy flowers.
it was all very sad.
the church was packed, and apparently the same number of people were waiting outside as they couldn't fit.
as the priest blessed the coffin, the song we sang, about angels greeting him in paradise & enfolding him--i can't write the words because it's too sad. it's supposed to be comforting, but it's hard to explain; it just made all the girls in the choir start crying. but everyone in the church was already crying because one of the sisters read a farewell poem to her brother--it was supposed to be funny, but she was too upset.
i'm sorry he's dead, and i don't even know him. i'm glad i went though. i imagine all funerals to be like his--monumental and majestic.