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Well now we're finally done with all the funeral stuff. Just got back from the actual burial and I feel kind of wrung out, I don't even want to know how mom or grandmother feels (at least I didn't have people coming at me offering their condolences all the time). Seven hours. I'm sure it doesn't need to be that long. Well they used to be longer I guess. And there's food in between, which probably takes like half of the time anyway. The... oh, I don't think there's an English word for it, ulosveisuu (basically translates to singing someone out, which is pretty much what you're doing. As in the family gathers to say goodbye to the deceased, traditionaly at the home of the deceased, but these days it's probably more common to do it at the hospital since that's were people die and then move the body to where it'll be burried later. Or I suppose it's dead person saying goodbye to their home... whichever way you want to look at it) last week didn't take more than two hours and half of that was sitting in a car following the hearse. I don't know if it made it worse or better that the memorial (or whatever I should call the bit that comes after the part held in the actual church) was in a building entirely designed by grandfather.

When I die I am so getting creamated. Mom and dad always say the same, because they don't want all that ritual either. Well I suppose I wouldn't get that anyway since I don't belong to the Church anymore.

Sorry for the fail at using English today. Just not really up to thinking in a foreign language properly.