Symmetry of Suck

Depending on how you approach both there’s a weird symmetry to marrying the man you love and then having a funeral for him.

Both require you find a “venue” for the event, and meet with someone to make arrangements. “Catering” after the event may be required.

A certain amount of “handling” has to be done with the in-laws. (“No, we will not be having a Catholic wedding ceremony”…..”No, we will not be having an open casket, or even a casket.”…)

Wedding or Funeral, either require decisions about what you both will wear.

Your Mother will nix at least one clothing decision. (No cowboy boots at the wedding, no red boots at the funeral).

Flowers, yep, I needed them for both events.

People have to be invited or informed; ‘tho you’re more likely to get funeral crashers from my experience.

You’ll want to try to act graceful and gracious. (fail)

Someone will do something “déclassé” at either event. (My Dad’s word, but he’s the one that insisted on an open bar at our wedding so BB getting trashed was on him).

People will cry.

You’ll be given cards, some will contain money…And I’m not too proud to admit that I really appreciate the money I’ve received; it will help see me through for a bit.

Both are a major change in your life, even if you lived together before getting hitched it’s still an adjustment. Life with HIM gone is the Symphony of Suck.

After both you should send thank you cards to certain individuals, the ones who sent money, flowers or who went above and beyond. Miss Manners insist on it, plus you feel you should.

Planning our wedding took a year and was over in a few hours. Planning HIS funeral took a few hours; god knows how long the Symphony plans to play for.