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I went to a funeral this morning. Aside from the fact that it was about someone dying, it was a catholic mass, so it was a long funeral with lots of weepy people.
I don't know about anyone else, but when I go to a funeral, it always makes me think of someone close to me that's passed on. For me today it was my Mum, but I had to try and be stoic for the sake of the people I went there to support, so I did much deep breathing and looking out the window trying to dissassociate myself from the actual proceedings.
Now I suppose the catholics probably think I should feel guilty about that. I guess they'll get over it though.
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