IMHO:
I am a "fader' who attends the memorial until I move from the area. I was 'dragged' there by a well-meaning friend and we went out to eat afterwards. This sister was glad to have me there because she has gotten hard knocks from all the gossipers and in a way I was there for her moral support, which I am glad to do. Being a 'fader' gives you back your real senses and you are shocked at what you used to tolerate in the religion.
In a way I was glad I went because I got to see some people I hadn't seen in about twenty years. Time doesn't stand still for anybody and the ravages of it show on everybody, including me. But, I take good care of myself and some came up to me in amazement. So, some of the tongues will be wagging (what does she do to herself..). Some of the old 'heavies and hardliners' have mellowed and are now friendly. Some of them I might actually like if I weren't so out of there. I feel sad for all the broken dreams and I realize that these rank and file JWs (while deluded) are very sincere.