I’ve had an incredibly shitty day at work and this is exactly what I needed.

i love this gif so much bc his joy and pride are fucking palpable

How these stories make me feel:

Thanks. He was pretty awesome. The rest of the funeral was pretty cool too. We released 100 red balloons and had a bagpiper. Was beautiful watching them all go up with the music playing.

My family originates from Irish peasant stock, which contributes to a somewhat no-nonsense attitude to death. When I was about six, my grandfather died in Ireland. Far-flung sons, daughters and their families gathered for the funeral.

Shortly after I moved to Atlanta, one of my co-worker’s daughters got pregnant at age 16 and somehow managed to have an abortion without parental knowledge or consent.

This is kinda triggering for me, bc we are almost at the 30-year mark. It’s probably not funny, or strange, but it will be cathartic to write.

I’ve been to three funerals in my life, but my great grandmother’s funeral when I was seventeen has to be the weirdest/most uncomfortable one of them all.

When my son passed away, he was 14 months old and a friend had brought his young daughter up from KY for the funeral. It was late January and she had never seen snow so she started doing snow angels and playing in the snow at the cemetery. The other kids who were there were looking at their parents for the same…

Alright, I obviously was not there, but this is one of the best funeral/memorial stories I’ve heard to date:

I went to a funeral for a teenager and the service sheet was written in Comic Sans.

So a week after I started this job, a guy who no longer worked at the publication I worked for died in a car accident. I never met him, and he was a copy editor so it wasn’t like I was familiar in any way with him through what he wrote.
But nevertheless, the EOC said everyone needed to go. So I went. And somehow the…

Many years ago one of my very good friends died suddenly. The circumstances were pretty bad but he had this super cool hippie mom. His mom was the mom who’s house we always wanted to hang out at as teenager. So when he died she decided to bring him home and some friends made him a pine box and she decorated it with…

I am going to keep this one short and sweet.

I am horrified by myself that I did this, but this is by far the most awkward thing that I have ever experienced at a funeral.

stop dating and marrying men who are not adults.

Good thing you’re here .... to reMIIIIIND them...

Mr. Nesbitt has learned the first lesson of not being seen: not to stand up.

Do these people think that’s a teaching moment? Like “oh, I’ll show you, server person, with this super unnecessary comment on the check”? Because all it teaches me, folks, is that the world would be better off if you were eaten by dragons.