My brother called me late on the 13th to let me know that a friend of ours - who is no longer a JW - called him and said that his dad was being flown by helicopter to the hospital because he collapsed at home and had no pulse. They took my friend's dad off life support on Valentine's Day and he died. Well, I was debating whether or not to go to the funeral because I have no desire to hang around a bunch of JWs or set foot in a Kindumb Hall again. I went anyway because I knew the man and because my very loyal friend made the long trip to my mother's funeral 7 years ago when he didn't have two dimes to rub together and really couldn't afford the trip.
I've been married now for a little over three years. This was the first time my wife ever set foot in a Kingdom Hall. Let's just say that she was not impressed. The whole thing really sucked because it was more of a recruitment drive than it was a funeral. My wife said it was a lot like being suckered into going to somebody's house for dinner and then it turns into a sales pitch for Amway or some other multilevel marketing ploy. The guy giving the memorial serivce gave my friend hell from the platform about him not being a JW anymore and that if he wanted to make his dad proud he would "come back to the truth". His dad was one of the "anointed" so he will be watching from heaven so he better be a good JW if he wants his dad to be happy. I expected this behavior. My wife did not. There were a few "brothers" there that I haven't seen in years and they were all smiles and hugs until they figured out that I wasn't "in the truth" anymore, and they all slinked away like I smelled like a dirty diaper. Some of these people started talking to my wife about studying! She told them that after what she saw there, she wouldn't be interested in the least about learning any more about the JWs. She's already seen everything she needed to know.
My friend was largely ignored. If it wasn't for me and my brother and our wives being there, he would have had no one to talk to. Even his own brother didn't have more than two sentences to say to him while there. We stayed until my friend was ready to leave because we didn't want to leave him there alone. My wife is still shocked. A man dies, and his greiving family is told that it is a happy time, because the man has received his heavenly reward! Let's all sing happy songs and have a party! Everybody is partying while the greiving widow is seated in a corner by herself in a daze. I went to her and gave her my condolences as did my wife. The one bright spot of the whole time was that my friend's mom thanked my wife for comming even though she didn't know her husband. Other than that, it sucked. Another shining example of why not to become a Jehovah's Witness.