Funerals

So my aunt died after a long battle with diabetes induced complications on March 30th. My mother, sister and I couldn't attend her wake, but we attended her funeral. I hate funerals, it's understandably depressing. After hearing the news of her passing, I cried for a bit and accepted she was in a better place and I was able to move-on. Or so I thought, after seeing her body (it was open casket) at her funeral, it was like reopening an open wound. I know everyone grieves differently, and how someone handles death varies from another, but I honestly believe it was more harmful than good. The last image will hunt me as long as I live. But ultimately it was her wish to be embalmed and have a full funeral and we had to respect it. My friend K has the right idea about not attending funerals (especially open casket) and just remembering how the person lived.

I've always wanted to be cremated, but this event just reinforced my wish. I don't want a funeral or a wake. Just cremate me, if necessary for the healing process call a few of my most dearest and closest family and friends for a private gathering. And in plain casual clothes just talk about my happy moments and how much I loved comic books and drawing and the such. And that's it. Anything more will be an awful waste of money and resources for a dead person. But then again, funerals are for the living.