When I was younger a family friend died - I didn't go the the funeral, but those that did said it was jolly good. He was aware that he only had a few months left so had planned his own funeral and was very anti religion so the only two tunes played were air on a g string (the one from the hamlet commercials) and Frank Sinatra "I did it my way"
The last one I went to was last month - a colleague died at work unexpectedly (heart attack). The turnout was huge, and his family were most grateful that about 50 of us from work made the effort to attend. Quite a sad affair though as he was only 53 and it was unexpected.
The saddest I attended was that of my best friend who died at 21. There is something so wrong about someone of that age being taken from us
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