Interestingly in the obituary printed on the leaflet for the service, all of her family was mentioned by name while the newly deceased’s family was skimmed over, and it was obvious as the first of two preachers took the stage that she had not spoken to him at all, period. I don’t believe she had ever met the man. As he was reading the obituary, he mispronounced the first and last name of my daddy’s sister and the first name of the only living son’s wife. Then he mentioned that he did not know any of them. Where in the world did she dig him up?
Then as came time for sort of private and personal remembrances and the only person on the program was one of my uncle’s step-granddaughters who had known him less than 30 years, while many of us had known him, and loved him, for more than 70 years! From what she said, I would say she didn’t know him at all.
Finally the widow got up and talked at length about herself. There was hardly a mention of my uncle in the whole service, and when they mentioned his service during World War II, they said he was in the Air Force – of course, there was no Air Force until after that war. He was in the Army Air Corps. My immediate family concluded, not a tear on any of our faces, that we had just witnessed “the (name of widow) show.” The only sadness we felt was that while we had come to celebrate my uncle, we were not allowed.
I have heard of other unsettling things that have happened at funerals, like the time my friend and his family came back from the burial to find that one of the other cousins had packet up and carted off all the grandparents’ possessions.
It just beat me to understand people! It really beats me!