Scenes from a Southern Funeral

3 thoughts on “Scenes from a Southern Funeral”

  1. Oh do I identify with this! Growing up, part of the gossip around the funeral always included praise for the person who arrived with food first. I’ve done it myself as an adult. More than once, I’ve gone into a place, told them a member of the family had died, the troops were gathering, and I needed an emergency sandwich platter and plenty of iced tea. Now, having lost Jack’s mother as we did, I appreciate this action even more.

  2. My dad is from the South, I was born and raised in the North. The only southern funeral I’ve attended so far is my grandma’s as a little boy. I remember the casket stayed open throughout the service at the funeral home, and people bawled openly and loudly. I remember little else, but I was just so shocked at seeing so many grown ups crying. And we of course gathered at Grandma’s house afterwards to eat.

    Up North, the casket is usually closed once the funeral begins (it sits open in the church hall before)–sometimes burial takes place just before the service, and people are generally reserved about showing emotion. Dinners are served in the church fellowship hall, are usually light, and these little ham sandwiches are practically a funerary sacrament.

    Just interesting how different cultures (and denominations and churches for that matter) have different ways of handling and ritualizing death.

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