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I prefer funerals to weddings.<\/p>\n

It’s not because I prefer sad tears to happy ones, or black dresses to white, or death to love.\u00a0 It’s not because of the things the events represent; it’s because, as occasions, funerals seem to have greater potential as expressions of personal feeling.<\/p>\n

I worked for years as a church custodian, and I always liked working funerals better than weddings.\u00a0 For one thing, they are usually shorter.\u00a0 But the expectations are lower as well, and so there’s less room for megalomaniacal drama.\u00a0 No one thinks that their Uncle Mike’s funeral is going to make for the most perfect, most magical, most romantic and blissful day of her life.\u00a0 And so, when trivial things go wrong with a funeral — misplaced flowers, mis-printed programs, a late pianist — people generally realize that they will seem petty and foolish if they corner the sexton and yell at him about it.\u00a0 Weddings, in contrast, escalate expectations and do not invite such restraint.<\/p>\n

I’ve had a bride’s mother shout at me — not because it was my fault, or even my job, but just because I was there — when the wedding candles were the wrong color.\u00a0 Cream rather than ecru.\u00a0 Or was that the other way around?<\/p>\n

From my experience, if anyone is going to go berserk on the wedding day, it is <\/i>usually the bride’s mother — though I have no idea why that would be.\u00a0 After the fifth or sixth tantrum, I grew very adept at controlling the damage, partly through shame.\u00a0 I would listen and nod sympathetically, then carefully touch her shoulder and say, “I’m really sorry that this is not what you wanted.\u00a0 But it is not so important as to ruin your daughter’s wedding.”\u00a0 The implication, of course, is that while the problem itself may be inconsequential, your overreaction could prove catastrophic.\u00a0 No one will remember whether the wine was opened too early, but a ranting mother\/mother-in-law is surely the one thing no one will forget.\u00a0 If I could manage to point that out, without actually saying<\/i> it, I could usually calm things down.But I never had to pull tricks like that at a funeral.\u00a0 And the reasons why are interesting.<\/p>\n

Funeral’s give us, however momentarily, some larger perspective.\u00a0 No matter how dearly you loved the recently departed, it is very hard to get worked up over the color of the candles, or to grow enraged over a flower arrangement that topples to the ground.\u00a0 In fact, the more<\/i> you loved him, the less likely you are to care — or even to notice. In the face of unbearable loss it is hard to take such stuff very seriously. It just doesn’t matter.\u00a0 We realize, at least in the moment, that the fantasy of “a perfect ceremony” is not really what we care about. That people don’t<\/i> realize that at weddings might give you a little sideways glance as to how seriously they take that as well.<\/p>\n

Details matter in a wedding, in part because endless amounts of time<\/i> go into selecting them.\u00a0 Hours are spent agonizing over the exact color of the napkins, the cut of the paper for the program, the music, the dresses, who stands where — and on and on.\u00a0 Each of those tiny decisions demands attention and as we grant it our attention it seems to grow in significance.\u00a0 The more we obsess, the more important the details become until these trivialities start to seem like the point<\/i> of the ceremony.\u00a0 Besides which, every decision costs money, accumulating quickly to thousands upon thousands for dollars.\u00a0 Mistakes, then, represent a waste — wasted time, wasted money, wasted effort, wasted thought.\u00a0 I went through all the trouble to form these preferences, <\/i>the psychology seems to run, I may not have cared before, but I am damn sure going to get my way now.<\/i><\/p>\n

Funerals are another matter.\u00a0 For a funeral, too, one can pay a lot of attention to very small details, but one’s decisions are generally not arbitrary consumer choices.\u00a0 They are more deliberate.\u00a0 They are driven by, and their weight depends on, the personality of the deceased.\u00a0 The choice of music, of speakers, of aesthetic, of tone all have more force, more meaning, and more relevance in a funeral — and yet, precisely because the preferences are stronger, there tend to be fewer of them.\u00a0 There is a small range of concerns that are genuinely important; everything else seems, perhaps rightly, irrelevant.<\/p>\n

One of the paradoxes of weddings is — despite the terrifying array of options one must consider — the events themselves generally turn out more or less the same.\u00a0 In fact, they ought to.\u00a0 Those who try to strike out in their own direction usually just end up with something corny and embarrassing.\u00a0 Stray too far and the event won’t even be recognizable as a wedding any more.\u00a0 It becomes, instead, something like an over-structured party colored by vaguely ceremonial pretensions.<\/p>\n

Which brings us to the central reason I prefer funerals over weddings.\u00a0 Funerals are endlessly variable, because the funeral really is about the person who died.\u00a0 It is not for <\/i>her, in any meaningful way; it is for the friends and family she has left behind.\u00a0 But that person — the dead one — is at the center; she, individually, is who we miss.\u00a0 Her life, and no one else’s, is what we celebrate and mourn.<\/p>\n

Weddings, judging from the perspective of an outside observer, generally seem pretty miserable for the couple.\u00a0 They’re under a lot of stress, under a lot of scrutiny, demands are made of them all day long — not least, the demand that they seem deliriously happy — and they barely have a moment to themselves in the midst of a ceremony that is supposed to be fusing them together.\u00a0 That’s because the wedding, unlike the funeral, is not really about the people.\u00a0 It’s about the event, the ceremony, the institution, the tradition.\u00a0 It’s about the family and the community, the parents and the preacher, the law and God, the vows and the cake.\u00a0 Weddings are about weddings, and secondly about marriage, and only possibly about love.\u00a0 It is rather exceptional, in the course of the event, for the unique love that two particular people feel for each other to ever be apparent.<\/p>\n

Funerals are, in that sense, the opposite of weddings.\u00a0 They do have their ceremonial value — the closure, the goodbyes, the “ashes to ashes.”\u00a0 But it is just not possible to forget about the particular life that has been lost, the specific person who is now forever absent.\u00a0 You can have a by-the-numbers funeral, if you choose to do so, and the worst people will say is that it was boring and short.\u00a0 But funerals can also be endlessly personalized.\u00a0 They can be sorrowful, meditative, philosophical, silly, pious, blasphemous, and even fun.\u00a0 The personalization of a funeral often adds depth, and can make the event touching, and sometimes comforting.<\/p>\n

In this regard, one funeral in particular stands out in my memory.\u00a0 It was near the end of my time working for the church.\u00a0 The memorial was not for anyone I knew, but it was a beautiful event, and it left me wishing that I had<\/i> know the woman who had died.\u00a0 I felt as though the world were poorer for her passing. I saw how many people loved her, and how deeply, and the closeness they shared made me feel, not like an outsider, but briefly connected to everyone there. One after another, they told good stories about their dead sister, daughter, friend — and no one tried to pretend that she was better than she was.\u00a0 They joked and they teased her, even in death.\u00a0 And they sang silly, touching songs as a reminder of how happy she was, how she had loved the life she led.\u00a0 I was moved almost to tears watching that sanctuary full of people sing “The Rainbow Connection.”\u00a0 It was sad, and sweet, and somehow hopeful.\u00a0 In its sweet, playful way, the selection of the song told me something about the dead woman, and her friends, and how they loved her.<\/p>\n

I have never seen a wedding that could compare.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

Kristian Williams is the author, most recently, of Hurt: Notes on Torture\u00a0in a Modern Democracy. \u00a0He is presently at work on a book about Oscar\u00a0Wilde and Anarchism.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I worked for years as a church custodian, and I always liked working funerals better than weddings. For one thing, they are usually shorter. But the expectations are lower as well, and so there’s less room for megalomaniacal drama. No one thinks that their Uncle Mike’s funeral is going to make for the most perfect, most magical, most romantic and blissful day of her life. <\/p>\n

And so, when trivial things go wrong with a funeral — misplaced flowers, mis-printed programs, a late pianist — people generally realize that they will seem petty and foolish if they corner the sexton and yell at him about it. Weddings, in contrast, escalate expectations and do not invite such restraint. READ MORE.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":161,"featured_media":5955,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,218,201,219],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5865"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/161"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5865"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5865\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5960,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5865\/revisions\/5960"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5955"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5865"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5865"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5865"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}