OK, that was one seriously Baptist church, and one seriously Baptist funeral.
To brutally rip off Jeff Foxworthy:
-When the Lord's Prayer is displayed on an enormous screen at the front of the church while we're reciting it, it may be Baptist.
-If one of the songs sung is "I'll see you at the Rapture", it may be Baptist.
-If the homily is on how death is a pretty good deal if you've accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and personal saviour, it may be Baptist.
And they're tricky, too, the Baptists. When I avoided the visitation last night, I figured I'd dodged a bullet (I don't really look forward to viewing the deceased; it's not how I roll). When I entered the church with the other family members & saw the closed casket, I figured, sweet action, it's going to stay that way. NOPE. At the end, they propped it open and let the attendees file by.
Look, people, maybe in olden days this sort of activity served a purpose. You could prove that the person was dead, and there was no tomfoolery. But nowadays you have to get death certificates, coroner's reports, filing the will, probate court... there's documentation a mile long when someone dies. I am 100% willing to take someone else's word for it. I don't need to see the body. And if that means that during my life one relative, friend or loved one slips through the cracks and fakes their own death with no one the wiser, well, good for them. We talk about going to a better place, but giving society the slip and heading down to Brazil with a few hundred thousand in insurance money sounds like a pretty good place too.
I'll be back on a regular schedule tomorrow. Thank God, all this time off in the middle of the week is making my brain hurt.
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