TravelingGal
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So…yeah.
I’m not normally a venter. At all. And if I do, I do it in real life and not on the net. But I find myself in a situation where I don’t want to vent about it to anyone I know, because this still upsets me and I can’t talk about it without getting a bit fired up.
Therefore, wouldja all mind if I shared here? Maybe I can write it out, post it, feel heard, get some good suggestions on how to enact revenge and then move on without counseling. Hee.
My father passed away two months ago. My mother chose the funeral home and without going into it, my brother and I knew the place was dodgy. But she wanted a Korean owned place and we wanted her to be comfy, so that was that.
They performed all services as agreed. No problems there. The guy who owned the place (let’s call him “MM” for Mortuary Man) and who assisted with my dad’s funeral was a bit annoying in the sense that he was all business and directive (is that a word?) He ordered people here and there and told us to line up here and there and greet people there and here, etc etc.
At the burial site, we had another service, and when it was all over, MM came up in front of everyone who was lingering and shooed them all away with his hands, saying, Go, there is nothing more to see here.
But there was something for ME to see. I stood there, alone, after everyone milled away toward their cars and watched them lower my dad into the ground. Crying, still very much in grief, with good thoughts of my dad in mind and talking to him with my heart.
Suddenly MM appeared by my side and told me to go tip the guy who was cleaning the flowers (the guy was one of his employees).
If I were my normal self, I may have tore him to shreds (or at least been very direct and told him to go to hell and leave me alone with my final few minutes looking at my dad’s coffin). But I was so numb with grief that I shuffled off to find someone who had cash because I didn’t think to bring any for my dad’s funeral.
My lasting memories of my dad’s funeral (as much as I have tried to change things in my mind) are of that stupid man telling a grieving daughter that she needed to tip someone. Could he not have waited? I was visibly CRYING for god''s sake. I hate that our society is a litigious one, but boy, if I could sue the pants off the guy for making me STILL cry when I think about it, I would.
Other scenarios I’ve thought about is to unleash some fleas (which have plagued our apartment building) into his place of business, but that would not be very fair to the next grieving, unsuspecting family who use them. Then I thought….roaches! They are hard to eradicate and perhaps it would stop someone from using them after seeing a roach poke out from a stack of papers and scurry across a desk.
And then, I just realize that I have to build a bridge and get over it. So here I am…about 4 years into pricescope and my first real vent! Well, I think I vented about a certain wedding guestbook…so I guess both my vents have to do with funerals!

Gah.
