hooray!

[egypturnash]

Funeral's done. No drama about the gender stuff there, thankfully.

The longest part was the Catholic Mass. Damn but religion takes a while to happen. I kept on being faintly paranoid that there would be censure for me being right at the front and not participating beyond standing and sitting when everyone else did; I'm not any flavor of Christian. Stand up, sit down. Stand up, sit down. Repeat the programmed phases. For a while I started kinda dissecting it from a NLP perspective, but it just kept on going.

Mina is in the ground and I managed to get through an experience that feels designed to try and make you miserable while still being pretty perky. Hooray!

We got donuts on the way back. And then I opened up my email to find someone saying that my Tarot deck looks like "something Shag / Foglio would draw after a night out drinking with Alan Moore", which made me laugh and smile. I can get back to them soon, too!

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[doodlesthegreat.livejournal.com]

When my aunt passed away of cancer last year, I ended up in mass for the first time in 20 years. It was impossible for me to listen to it without being PO'd at the crock of shit the whole thing was. They say funerals are for the living, but what message do the living get?

No matter how good a person you are, you're likely to be forced to suffer through a long, debilitating illness and die painfully in a hospice bed with tubes stuck all over your body. This is because God (if it exists) is a right royal bastard. But hey, at least we tell you that you get an afterlife that nobody has any proof exists simply to keep you from pondering oblivion too much and realizing that 99% of you have done nothing in your life that will last one week past your death.