Amusing Funeral Story
So my uncle died last week and yesterday I went to his funeral. Now, I'll go ahead and say that he had been suffering and his death was an end to his suffering. Yes, I'm okay, no, I'm not crying and all that. Death is just a part of life, it doesn't bother me. I go to funerals to pay my respect and to try to cheer people up with funny stories because so far every funeral I have been to, I'm pretty sure the dead person didn't want a bunch of sad people there. Anyway, that's another rant for another day. This is an amusing story.
So there was a priest. He spoke three times, and all three times were hilarious, though he was trying to be serious. At the beginning of the funeral he lead us in prayer. This is what he said:
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He gives me green pastures to lie down in, He leads me to still waters He restores my souls. He leads me on the paths of righteousness for His name' sake.
And as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will not be afraid, for thou art with me; With your rod and your staff, you comfort me. You prepare a table for me in the presence of my enemies; And anoint my head with oil; and my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
Now.. I am not the most religious person.. but did he just dumb down the prayer so we could understand it? Really?
Later on he compares death to pregnancy:
"And when a woman becomes pregnant she is sad, for she knows her time has come. But when the child is born she is happy, Because she has given birth to a man and brought new life into the world.
When people die we are sad, But do not forget that they are reborn into gods world."
So.. pregnancy is akin to death.
Now for the good story. He told us the difference between heaven and hell:
A little boy asked god, "What's the difference between heaven and hell?" God looked to him and replied, "I'll show you." So he sent the boy to hell first. It' was a large room with a table full of food, plates and spoons set around the table with chairs for people to sit in. The boy thought to himself, "This isn't so bad." Then the people entered the room and the boy noticed that they looked thin, starved, and they only had one small arm growing out of the center of their chest.
The people sat down and picked up their spoons, but when they scooped up their food they could not eat because the spoons were too long. The food fell off when they tried to angle it toward their mouths. The people could not eat. The boy thought to himself, "This is bad. All that food but they cannot eat." So the boy went to heaven next.
Heaven was exactly the same, with all the food and all the chairs and the long spoons for the people to eat out of. When the people entered the room they also had the one short arm growing out of their chests, but the difference was, these people were all plump and fat. The boy asked one of them, "How are you so fat if you cannot feed yourself?" The man responded, "Well, I just pick up my long spoon, and feed the man sitting across from me."
The preacher then went on to explain that if you are kind to others in life, you go to heaven, and will know how to feed those across from you, and be fed yourself. If you are unkind, then you will go to hell and starve.
Well.. of course being who I am, my first thought was, "Why don't they just eat with their hands?" I turned to my brother who said, "Why don't they just hold the spoons higher up?" I turned to my mom who said, "I would have just shoved my face into the food."
So.. unless hell also removes your ability to problem solve, I think I could handle living there. ..but, if I have to be a one-armed freak, I don't think i want to go to either place!
Anyway, that was my uncles funeral. We all decided that the strange priest turned out to be a good thing because if my uncle was still alive, he would have found the story hilarious. My uncle was awesome, it sucks that he had to die, but at least we all got a laugh at his funeral. |