Winged Rivers

I have only two really in my recollection. I attended my uncle's just today. It was kind of sad to see only a few people there to remember him, but I had a strange feeling that my Uncle Bill wanted it that way.

The service was Catholic, as my uncle had converted. But thankfully it wasn't a full-fledged one... I think so at least. 'Cause it was shorter than what I've been told. The priest guy was decked in robes and had two attendants; an older woman and an older man. There was an organist with a sidekick girl. The guy sounded beautiful. The girl, not so much. Every time someone approached the small stage thingy (which I liked all of the corny decorations 'n at, it seemed very homely), they had to bow. They bowed to the priest every time he handed them something. They bowed before they approached him. They bowed when they went to sit! I had to suppress a laugh at one point, 'cause it just honestly looked like they were his servants or something (and with all of my knowledge of the Christian faith 'n at, they could've been. I don't know).

The priest dude had a really nice speech. I liked how he focused on celebrating someone's death rather than mourning it. He was a fantastic speaker and several times I found that he greatly reminded me of Uncle Bill and how he spoke, despite the two having never met. Uncle Bill mostly lived in New Hampshire, and so his church and the "official" service had gone up there. He came down to Johnstown to be buried. Well, his ashes at least. He wanted to be cremated, which I found kinda neat 'cause that's what I want too.

Now, before I continue, don't get me wrong. I respect other religions and the people who choose to follow it. But I'm an opinionated person. I had only mentioned what I'm about to write to my father and siblings, since all of us kind of share the same view on Christian weddings. I know that funerals are something entirely different, but still...

( Just in case of offensiveness, I speak why Christian services are not for me. )


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