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The first funeral I attended was one of my friend's, with whom I grew up with, but we were never really close. He died as 23 years old of diabetes. Remember, we weren't really close, so I went to show my sympathies to his family and such. During the thing, I can't stop thinking about the scene from Simpsons, where Homer imagines his own funeral. Being thrown in a whole, head first, so his feet stick up of the ground. After this two dogs come along and bite and shake his feet. I could not stop giggling. I'm a horrible person, yes.

Second funeral was my grandfather. When my grandmother lowered the ourn a neighbour to the church blasted Robbie Williams' "I just want to live" so loud it was impossible to ignore it. Luckily, I don't think my grandmother is very good at English...

Edit: Both happened this past autumn, by the way.
(Sat 13th May 2006, 4:27, More)