A dude that I went to school with in high school died. We werent great friends, more like aquantinces, and he got kicked out a semster before we graduated, so I didnt get to know him well. At first, I refused to go to the thing, and feel much sympathy for him, first because of his cause of death (which was totally in his control), and because a lot of people who didnt even know they dude were coming to show up as a popularity thing when they really didnt have any relationship or knowledge of him. After careful thought...I realized I would regret it more if I didnt go, than if I did, so I went. I thought it was gonna be easy..say my peace, look at him face to face and move on. It wasnt. Many of my friends were swollen in the eye from all the damn salt from crying. Many of chick friends were balling their eyes out. I had bad talked this dude behind his back when we played football together, but it was only because of competive spirit. When I saw his dead body...I really began to realize all the good things he brought to our school and to his friends. I wanted to cry...but I didnt. The funeral home gave me to spookiest feeling. I would go all light in the head..tingle...it smelled...I had a headache all day long. I just had to vent. I hope no one ever has to go through this for a long time..or until they are ready. If this happened to one of my family members I would prolley kill myself...

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In Tribute to Adam Sliger. Rest in Peace

10/7/85 - 12/9/03

I must be hard to look at a lifeless person you once knew.

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That's not a wake! That's just a viewing! A wake is like when my grandma died last year we all went to my grandparent's house after the viewing, told stories about her, then brought out the Harp's and Guinness and got drank and sang songs. It actually does make the whole funeral process less dreary.

But ya, sad times. The death of anyone is a tragedy. Unless you put them in a ditch, covered in petrol, on fire.

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Sorry I never knew what it was called. Everyone just refered to it as a wake

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In Tribute to Adam Sliger. Rest in Peace

10/7/85 - 12/9/03

Yes, yes it is.

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[This message has been edited by GBK (edited January 08, 2004).]

Yeah, it is hard to look at a deceased person. It's their body, but its hard to believe that they are "dead".

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Even if you murdered or robbed, years wrong, but God loves;
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Yay. I saw his face...he had a smile. I kept waiting for him to uncross his arms and wake up. Man.

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In Tribute to Adam Sliger. Rest in Peace

10/7/85 - 12/9/03

a few weeks ago i was told of one of my friends passing, but i couldn't bring myself to go his viewing or funeral because I at first was told that he shot himself, but was later told that he was shot by an 'unloaded' gun that still had one in the chamber, when he and a couple of guys were hanging out, and they left him, now i feel bad that i didn't go... Ubuu i respect you more for being able to do that

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I've been there with family.

One of my Grandmothers had alzhimers. She was put in a nursing home when I was about 6. We tried to visit her at least once a year, when she was put in, her memory was just then going down hill. I don't know how many have seen the effects of alzhimers, but it isn't fun. You walk into this room with a person whom you love and know well, and they just give you this blank stare, the stare changes to a very confused stare as they try to place you and when it doesn't happen, they get frustrated and confused all at once. They don't really understand what you're saying and don't show many signs that they're even hearing you. They forget how to talk, making the frustration for them worse.

It's painful for all parties involved and there were quite a few times when I simply had to leave the building to try and get myself under control. Half of the time I failed.

About 4 years ago she passed away pretty much RIGHT before we were due to come back from winter break. Talk about a happy new year. I've NEVER seen my grandfather cry. It was very sudden, one minute he's very composed and the next he just burst out crying. Five minutes later he was fine again like it never happened.

In short, I've been there, done that, and it was made all the worse through the years watching her deteriorate.

I never want to go through it again. The sucky part is, I know I'll have to.

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At my Dad's funeral we had no casket and no body, just a bunch of his favourite flowers where the coffin usually goes. It was so much better that way. Everyone gets so morose when they see a corpse. This may sound weird, but we wanted it to be a celebration of what a wonderful life my dad had, not a morbid affirmation that we would never see him again.

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Like Genki, I have more respect for you now than I had before reading this. I know it's hard to go to a visitation and funeral, especially if you don't believe the person really died.

Like phoenix_9286 said...



It doesn't matter how well you knew somone, if you knew the person, even if only as an acquintance, it can be hard. Moreso if you go to the visitation and funeral.

However what I think was very cool is that you thought of all the good things he brought to your school and his friends. It's always very good to know that someone will be remembered for something good they did. It's always better to be remembered, than forgotten I think. Even if the person is remembered for something bad.

May the kid rest in peace.

I don't know about any of you, but to me it feels as though there have been a lot more deaths lately. Whether it be a best friend (of your own, a relative, or friend), an acquaintance (of your own, a relative, or a friend), or even someone you, a relative, or a friend never heard of, met, or knew (such as someone who lived by you, a relative, friend, or just knowing someone died by seeing a funeral precesion driving by, or seeing a funeral home filled, or a burial service taking place at a cemetery (is there a name for that?)) That's how it has been for me lately.

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RiP MaDa. You will be greatly missed, but never forgotten.

Well, the circumstances can be sad. But whether their death is truly sad or not depends on what you believe.

Yeah, basically the hardest thing I've ever had to do was look at my father's dead body. I mean, it was a face that I kissed, and a body I'd hugged, somebody who I'd been able to talk to. When it first really hits you that somebody you love is gone forever, first you cry, but then you wind up just shaking, all cried out. The worst part of it all is down the road, when you hear something and say "I wonder what blank would have to say about that" It brings back a rush of feeling so painful that I wouldn't wish them on anyone.

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