I avoid funerals as much as I can. More often than not, they seem to turn out to be a long sermon with occasional references to the dead person. The last funeral I ever went to was for a friend of mine who killed himself, and it went something like: "Yeah, it sucks that Chad died. But God is good. Heaven is good. Yay for God and heaven. Chad's there now, I guess. Huzzah for God!" I was pretty pissed off about the whole thing, though I decided to let it slide... there's probably some pretty hefty bad karma involved with decking a priest.

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