Today I presided at a funeral. I didn't know this person, but like many funerals I preside at and especially those which I don't know the people, they become joyous encounters of inspiring spirit. Today was no exception. There were humouring stories of a person who enjoyed life. There was one story where the son-in-law shared a custom of his mother making him a special birthday meal of Hawaiian Spam. His mother-in-law (she was the person who died) carried on the tradition after his mother died. Death seems to bring out humor amongst the grief and sadness.
There was nothing sensational about this funeral. About a hundred people came to share and celebrate the life of an amazing person. Quite the opposite of this death is the death of Whitney Houston. Like many famous and infamous celebrities the media coverage is adnausium to say the least. It will be news for a number of weeks as the world waits to discover how Houston really died.
But, what about death in and of its self?
There was nothing sensational about this funeral. About a hundred people came to share and celebrate the life of an amazing person. Quite the opposite of this death is the death of Whitney Houston. Like many famous and infamous celebrities the media coverage is adnausium to say the least. It will be news for a number of weeks as the world waits to discover how Houston really died.
But, what about death in and of its self?
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