On funerals
I said my final farewells to the iron chipmunk last night. I won't be able to attend the official military funeral at Arlington because I'll be out of town that day.
Funerals are such a strange thing. I never know exactly what I should do at them. I mean, I know how to act at religious services and all, but often feel a little out of sorts at the wake aftewards or at viewings.
I have to admit I particularly HATE open casket viewings. I recognize for some this is the way to close the book, to say a final farewell, but for me to stand in the same room as the empty shell can make me quite uncomfortable. I go because I know that what is important is being there for friends and family, but I sincerely hope that no one feels the need to stare at my carcass once I'm gone. I guess it helps that I don't have children...
I never thought I'd ever say this, but maybe the Klingons had it right about death.
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