|I'm goin' straight to hell....just like my momma saiiiiiddd......
||[Jul. 11th, 2004|12:29 am]
Today was the second funeral in 2 weeks. Today is also the day I reserved a one way ticket on the firey highway of doom.|
Today was for Marilyn. Only, the church didn't seem to know her. The priest was reading from his cue cards to remember her name. We were thinking "We need to be singing Tori Amos and smoking a clove for her"....
10 minutes into the service I look up. And I realize that in the place of the standard Catholic Church Crucifix behind the altar was a 25 foot Buddy Christ. I kid you not. The only thing he wasn't doing was giving the thumbs up. Of course, I bit my lip and kicked myself and thought "Nice, Holly. Really nice."
Well, a little while later, after a comment from Amy about doing the "Catholic Hokey Pokey" with the whole sit, stand, sit, stand, kneel, sit, stand thing....I'm really trying to stifle my sense of humor. Sara whispers something to Amy. Amy reaches across me to share this with her brother and I hear "buddy christ" and I lose it.
I mean I lost it, folks. Yep. Stood right there in the church and laughed out loud. Only, I decided I had better sound like I was sobbing and Amy picks up on it right away and puts her purse over my face and her arm around me and says "It'll be okay, sweetie" as I chortle and sniff and shudder.
When communion time came, I skipped it. Raised Catholic, I have never skipped communion in my life. But walking up to face the giant Buddy Christ would have had me on my knees in front of the priest and either ended in an exorcism or an excommunication. Either way, it would have been Very Very Bad.
And the 4 of us laughed for 8 hours after the service. Perhaps it was irreverent. Perhaps it was totally inappropriate...but perhaps, just perhaps, we were the only ones there who really understood that it was just the kind of goodbye Marilyn would have wanted.
There were a few other amusing moments. Such as the priest apparently forgetting what he was doing and the guy that was "assisting"??, you could hear him re-directing him through the mic. There was the comment of "Holy Crumbs?" from my next seat neighbor when the crumbs were put into the wine chalice and then filled with wine and gulped down by the priest like he was knocking back a shot of tequila. My brain, in all it's exhaustion thought "Holy Crumbs Batman"...
Keep laughing darling, may your laughter forever possess us and keep us smiling. You are so loved.