Funeral Etiquette: Why Bringing a Funeral Procession through a Burger Drive-thru is a Bad Idea

Archdiocese of Washington ^ | February 1, 2013 | Msgr. Charles Pope

[NYer]

Speechless, ping!

[pnut22]

True story: When my Grandfather died we had a long drive from the church to the cemetery. On route Grandma had to go potty.
The message was sent to the hearse driver to stop ASAP. He immediately took the first right turn off. The whole procession went through a beer drive through. It made our trip quite memorable because, they were of course, tee totallers.

[BfloGuy]

I’m not too worked up over it [though, the writer is correct in describing it as tacky]. Save the Burger King for the wake. A little solemnity isn’t bad.

[Figure11]

If the family and friends thought that was appropriate to farewell their loved one, so be it. Everyone deals with loss differently. At my fathers funeral I arranged for his favorite football teams theme song to be played as we wheeled his coffin out.

To each their own.

[SunkenCiv]

Supercide!

[ConorMacNessa]

Call me old-fashioned, hidebound or a mossback, but I think the tone of a funeral cortege should be somber. I think the trip to the cemetery should be done in a dignified manner in keeping with the seriousness of the event - a soul has departed and is Judgment bound, for eternal Salvation or Damnation.

In funerals of members my own family, I have been shocked at the barbarity some people show to a passing cortege. In my grandmother's funeral in 1983, we had a drive from suburban New Jersey to Fernwood Cemetery in Lansdowne, PA. Passing over the Walt Whitman Bridge, we were assaulted by more than a few drivers who broke the cortege to make it to the tollbooth. At my Aunt's funeral, one of my cousins was rammed by a person who erupted out of a side road while we were passing. We had our lights on and purple funeral banners on each vehicle. My cousin was unable to make it the the cemetery as a result.

At my father's funeral , on the way to Arlington National Cemetery, our cortege was separated by by a crossing vehicle that failed to yield even though he had been sitting at the light as the hearse passed.

It is apparent that in this country, at least, there is no respect for the dead or for funerary ritual. I suppose it won't be long before we have violence at funerals like they do in the Islamic world.



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[Tijeras_Slim]

Doesn’t bother me in the slightest. The funniest thing my Dad ever did was at his funeral... he was a major rebel, and if he’d lived long enough to endure Clinton, he would have been in a “compound” somewhere in Idaho.

Mom had him creamated and we carried the urn out to the grave site... a little square box... and they had dug a round hole. We about died laughing.

[apoliticalone]

America has sadly become a nation of puppets and fools controlled mostly by media, Hollywood, and other connected big money and political interests.

We tend to blame it all on politics, but the reality is we should blame it upon our own stupidity and gullibility. There is no longer any skepticism about what we are told and how we are herded as puppets by the political elite.

[bigheadfred]

I appreciate your views.

Since you didn’t know this person and that family perhaps you should keep that in mind.

My FIL just passed. One of his favorite songs was “My Ding-a-ling”. It was played during the ceremony addendum to a family photo presentation. He had a great sense of humor. He also volunteered 30 years of free time in youth athletics. Many times paying for fees from his own pocket to make sure kids had that chance to play.

There were some people offended by that song in a church. And all of us pall bearers wore referee shirts to carry him away. It was his life. It ended HIS WAY.

[Focault's Pendulum]

When my Dad passed away both of my brothers flew in to NJ at the Jersey Shore. My oldest brother was somewhat drug addled.

I was at the time a Volunteer Fireman, and my father was a retired Jersey City Fire Captain.

My Company of Volunteer Fire brothers were out of respect told they would attend the wake in full uniform, and they did.

My middle brother and myself had convinced the older one that they might try to steal the body for an Irish Wake. He stood guard behind the casket for two days.

We're of Polish descent.

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[Biggirl]

Attended a furneral for a very beloved parishoner at my parish church. One of the things he would do at the social after the monthly children’s Sunday mass was give to both children and adults baseball cards, saying it will get valuable one day. He did the coffee, tea, hot chocolate, and juices for the kids. To honor his memory I had worn a sweatshirt from the 2007 Red Soxs World Series championship. I was one of those adults who would get baseball cards from him.

[Dr. Sivana]

Note to author: You don’t refer to “Big Mac”s at a Burger King, that’s kind of like genufleting in a Baptist Church.

[apoliticalone]

Having been through funerals of parents and in-laws I agree that as a private person funerals are a very personal affairs and unusual requests should never be open to criticism from outsiders. Why did the media feel a need to report this?

America at large has been hoodwinked into turning against each other by those elites who pretend to defend our rights and interests. They are defending only those who pay them.

[Revolting cat!]

Slumming while alive, slumming while dead.

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[Biggirl]

I like that cartoon. Also a reminder that we have six weeks left of winter.

[Larry Lucido]

I don’t know if there is Burger King in Heaven, but there must be Hardees. And Whataburger.

[eyedigress]

That “parishioner” was teaching worldly wealth vs heavenly wealth. God Bless Him.