Little saint Nic She were terrible sick. Four years ago today She went away. Mia Wouldn’t sia And the PoreLittulMite Has forgotten her quite. Hurray!
And how dare the dolt Christopher put Alice’s name on a card without consultation while wanting Burfday Tea Apartheid? I’d staple his nadgers to a gatepost for that.
Bit odd that people are sending cards anyway: presumably the SWs wanted to remind us either about the Terrible Tragedy or of Alice’s Terrible Behaviour.
Do Hallmark do a ‘Sorry I was ratarsed at the funeral’ card?
And why would Nic give a single damn, or know, about something which happened at her funeral after she was dead?
For how many years should one send cards of condolence on the anniversary of someone’s death, anyway? Do they send Jill cards for Phil? Elizabeth for Nigel? Christine for George? Carol for John, even though she killed him?
My son rang me on what would have been my father’s hundredth birthday; does that count? I don’t think any of us made any particular note of the date of his death, though. (So I have to look it up on Wikipedia every damn time…)
Not sure why you were surprised at the flowers, Twellsy. Itizz pretty standard, in many cultures, & if not flowers, some other marker.
Catholics have Masses said for the repose of the soul, & there is the Funeral Mass, the ‘Minding’ Mass a week later, & then another Mass a month later. The sort of minimum official mourning period.
Anniversaries of death are marked by a Mass too. My Irish family are all remembered again on St Patrick’s Day.
Howsumevva, we don’t ‘just’ remember our own, or our friends. It is incumbent on us to remember & pray for ‘those who have died & gone before us, marked with the sign of Faith’.
Most of us won’t get straight in through the pearly gates, but have to wait a while to reflect & hopefully receive spiritual cleansing in Purgatory. These are the souls who get prayed for.
Other Christian denominations, & indeed, other religions have a similar idea, but it was firmly rejected by the CofE /Protestant faiths.
I was dragged up in the Methodist church with youth groups in the Presbyterian church so basically “plant em quick and look after the living” school of thought
Hence I find the bells smells and so on to be fascinating
Just different to what I know
As for the “reposing” That was a whole new bafflement for this thick old plod
I was once at a funeral taking place first at a church in Sheen and then at Mortlake Cemetary, which is pretty-much directly under one of the Heathrow flight-paths.
When the bit by the grave involving “peace eternal” was drowned out by yet another low-flying passenger jet, two or three of us had to hide behind bushes to have hysterics. The deceased would also have been laughing her socks off, I suspect.