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Death Of The Wake.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • May 18, 2022
  • 1 min read

I have no idea what made me think about this, but I am fully on board for cancelling the obligations of having a wake for a loved one.


Hear me out.


It's awkward.


For everyone involved.


How many times can you hear, 'I'm sorry?'


Make the dumbest small conversations while trying to avoid the fact there is a corpse to your right.


Better yet, meet people that apparently knew your loved one, but that you never knew jack shit about,until the family member died.


And for them to proceed to explain how they knew the dead, like I, or you, give a shit.


That's always a fun one.


I get the idea that the wake is to pay respects, but I stand firm on the concept that the family need not attend.


If we must continue with this tradition, let friends and others attend if they want to, but don't make family be present.


It's unnecessary.


Truly.


What is the point?


Hey, you free?


Let's go look at a deceased person while we tell their loved ones, standing three feet away, we are so sorry.


Talk about some Victorian macabre shit.


Can't we just have a funeral and a party?


End the wake.


Because it's no longer woke.


It's weird.


For everyone.


Including the loved ones who have to say over and over again, "thank you."


(For coming to look at my dead family member, and then tell me how badly YOU feel about it.)


Please, can we all start thinking seriously about this?


I swear it will spare us all some agony.


Promise.


Cross my heart, and hope NOT to die, but if I do, don't worry about attending my wake.


Xoxo,

C.





 
 
 

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