Oh, the games people play.
When my farther's mother died (catholic) I read it in the paper, so I went to the church. I wasn't part of any religion. My old man is standing out side the church, came to Boston from Maine for it. He asks me how I found out about it. Good morning I say. (Ass hole) I read it in the paper. Kind of morbid don’t you think? Said he. No. How would I ever know when my grandparents die if I don’t read it in the paper? (Ass hole) I missed the wake but at least I made the church to pay my respects. My old man paid his respect to his god outside. (If only I could be so persecuted).
Nothing morbid about it. that “morbid” spin is only part of the shunning. It pisses them off that we can’t be excluded.