I find it ironic, now that death has overtaken him, that everyone is gushing about him at his funeral. Laurels are being heaped upon him as if he were some kind of saint. They’re all saying that he seemed to possess and share with those around him a feeling of eternal bliss, almost as if he were some kind of biblical character.
But what none of the others realizes is that the man was totally berserk.
Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (death), Word of the Day Challenge (gush), Your Daily Word prompt (laurels), Ragtag Daily Prompt (bliss), MMA Storytime (biblical), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (berserk).
This, That, and the Other 
I’ve seen this happen in real life too. People who are despised when alive suddenly are revered when dead.
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The death get more flowers than the living because regret is a much stronger motivator.
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Good use of the word berserk. My mom “converted” to Catholicism, recently, seemingly in envy of the funeral my dad organically had with many respecting colleagues and friends and family and so on… and the mass (as a piece of the multiprocess remembrances). But it all flowed for him, he was genuine and had grown up in that environment. I didn’t even take part in the mass, per se, as (due to my mother) I wasn’t raised to know all the ebb and flow in that context (although I had been christened in the initiation of tradition and hope). I did make a space, however, in that I read on the altar from Isaiah with tears pouring from my eyes. My mother isn’t even content to now claim she is of the same fabric; she has decided to tell a story of wanting to go to the Catholic Church when my parents were married (and of my dad not wanting her to be included), which is false. She chose the course of her life.
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A lot of nasty people suddenly get status when they’re dead. Cold comfort I’d say. But the numbers do tell, just like they do at weddings. My own wedding had maybe 20 guests (including my parents and hubby’s parents, and hubby’s children). At my mother’s funeral, there were very very few in attendance. At Pop’s though, the church was packed out. Character does tell in such situations.
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I will likely have very few people mourn me at my funeral. I’ve made many friends over the years, but having moved around a lot, there are now few, outside of family, that I’m still in contact with.
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Oh, I don’t know. I BET those who know you (neighbors and long-time friends) will be there. You seem like a great guy from what I’ve read and I’m sure your family will mourn your passing greatly! I was told once that we never know whose life we may have touched. If we get to watch our own funeral, it would be interesting to find out if that were true or not. It’s a Wonderful Life! 😉 Heh heh
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