My partner's 2nd best mate's 9 yr old daughter died after a brief illness. Today was the funeral. I never met the girl herself! I was there to support my Partner and her daughter (a very close friend of the deceased). I had to watch impotently as two people I love deeply broke their hearts with grief.

I was rather confused by the Church- I couldn't work out if it was Protestant or Catholic- there were statues of Mary & child everywhere- the vicar described himself as a Father, He wore a cassock and a hat. There was NO Latin though! I came to the conclusion that it was a 'High' C of E but I might be totally wrong???
During his sermon the vicar came up with 6 logical fallacies- mostly appeals to antiquity and popularity! Lots of "Believe me when I say..." and many "Trust me..." he also did a "I could lecture you in theology to prove that her death was nothing to do with god but I won't" and he also appealed to the grieving congregation not to turn to Spiritualism - saying "It is drivel" - Kettle, pots and black sprang to mind.
The vicar clocked me NOT singing and clearly staring disbelievingly at him through the ceremony and sought me out after the pink coffin was lowered into the ground- "where are you from?" was his opening gambit but I kept my disbelief in check and made polite noises.
What a shit day!




