I'm just going to take a nap under my desk now.

I guess it must be a lot easier to die if you believe in an afterlife. Too bad I don't. The people who were saddest at the wake were the people who were praying the most. Aren't you supposed to be happy that my grandmother died and gets to go to heaven and isn't in a hospital bed whacked out on morphine and dying of renal failure anymore?

And thanks, random St. Mary's priest, for giving a really insulting, non-inclusive homily in which you called me and probably a couple other people in the church "foolish" for not believing in the KINGDOM OF HEAVEN1!!11!!!. Think about this for a minute: you called me a fool at my grandmother's funeral. Because it's completely impossible for a Catholic woman's family to have non-Christians in it. Because no one marries outside their faith, or converts, or just gives up on faith entirely. You also effectively told my entire family that they wouldn't see me in theoretical Heaven because I don't believe in their religion.

So yeah, thanks a lot. I really needed to be insulted at my grandmother's funeral. And FYI, the organ and the horrible singer were a little melodramatic. I'm not even going to get into how horrible a choice it was to have someone read the story of Jesus bringing Lazarus back to life. Or the fact that you called my grandfather by his given name and not the name he went by (way to make that effort!). Or the fact that you said "MARY" over and over again like you really really wanted us to know that you cared enough to remember what my grandmother's name was instead of reading "insert name of deceased person here" from your book.