Grossest Thing I have EVER Seen

[PlymouthDZ]

Originally posted by honeychile

Correct me if I'm wrong, and I'm sure y'all will, but the Irish almost embrace the concept of death - they understand that no one gets out of here alive. So, the death of a decent person is not to be mourned, but to be celebrated (well, within limits). When my daddy died, my brother (who's a pastor) did the service, and had me do "the color", and everyone loved it, laughing and crying at the same time. We talked about his handiwork, how you turn spigots on backwards in our house, hot water comes out of the cold spigot etc, the lighting works backwards, how much he loved us and doing anything he could for us, and that, since "In My father's house, there are many mansions," he's gone ahead of us, to make sure that the spigots are working, and the lighting, and making sure that we'll recognize our heavenly mansions - things like that. An Irish funeral is much like laughter through tears, like you're in a lifeboat with the deceased and all who loved him. I don't know how else to describe it, but as horrible as you feel, you know that everything will be okay. Eventually. But it doesn't mean you don't miss him horribly at times like this...

That's very true. My mom is VERY Irish (1st generation American, actually) and my Dad's fmaily is French-Canadian. When my Mom's Mom died it was a week long party and my dad's family was HORRIFIED. Everyone ate, drank and danced for days. But that's how they mourned, they celebrated.

My mom wants a HUGE kegger when she dies with Drop Kick Murphys playing