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The slow (and ignominious) death of the British funeral

When my time comes, I don’t want a ‘celebration of life’. I want tears

14 May 2016

9:00 AM

14 May 2016

9:00 AM

Funerals ain’t what they used to be. Today’s emphasis is more on celebrating a life past than honouring the future of a soul. While I am not averse to a celebratory element, the funeral is morphing into a spiritually weightless bless-fest. This was brought home to me last week at the funeral of Enid, a lady I knew only through our mutual attendance at bingo in the community centre.

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