I've been back for four funerals, an Aunt who helped raise me, my sister and both of our mom's. We always had open communication with them and always visited. I do fidget a lot during the service ............... because it's such an insulting stupid service. It's embarrassing that they think it's a great witness. The only personal thing they mentioned about my Aunt was that the 'friends' really enjoyed her pasta sauce. A little more with my sister. To remember a life like that is heart breaking.
Of course they always talk about Lazarus, and I always imagine the same scenario. Jesus is giving a sermon and an apostle slides up to him and whispers in his ear "we've given Lazarus the knock out drops and he's going to be pretty pissed off if you waste time getting to the cave and waking him up". "How's the crowd looking?" Jesus asks. "The advance guys did a good job. Let's go.... we really need to bag this one, it's going to look great on the resume."
I try to sit in the back of the hall so when I can't take it anymore I can get up and head for the door, as I pass the attendants I mime that I have to go out for a smoke. When I come back in the attendants fan their hands or sniff imagining that they can smell the smoke on me.....I don't smoke.