Arthur Little
10th July 2014, 17:12
Literally! :yikes:
Yesterday, I attended yet another funeral. Funerals were, of course, traditionally sombre gatherings ... none more so than for members of the deceased's family. :bigcry:
Naturally, the older one grows :olddude: ... the oftener one finds oneself paying one's last respects to people one has known well - or become acquainted with in various ways - over many decades.
And if there's one thing I've observed in recent times ... :anerikke: ... it's that there's an ever-increasing trend towards funereal jargon being couched in euphemistic language as "A Celebration of the Life of so 'n' so" - as an attempt, no doubt, to (not so much deny someone's sad passing :nono-1-1:) but rather to assuage mourners' sense of grief on such solemn occasions.
And thus it was with Jack, yesterday.
91 years old ... he'd been a train driver, like his father before him.
RIP, Jack!
Yesterday, I attended yet another funeral. Funerals were, of course, traditionally sombre gatherings ... none more so than for members of the deceased's family. :bigcry:
Naturally, the older one grows :olddude: ... the oftener one finds oneself paying one's last respects to people one has known well - or become acquainted with in various ways - over many decades.
And if there's one thing I've observed in recent times ... :anerikke: ... it's that there's an ever-increasing trend towards funereal jargon being couched in euphemistic language as "A Celebration of the Life of so 'n' so" - as an attempt, no doubt, to (not so much deny someone's sad passing :nono-1-1:) but rather to assuage mourners' sense of grief on such solemn occasions.
And thus it was with Jack, yesterday.
91 years old ... he'd been a train driver, like his father before him.
RIP, Jack!