Fraus at a funeral service.
I'm the over the top tears, despite barely knowing the deceased.
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Fraus at a funeral service.
I'm the over the top tears, despite barely knowing the deceased.
by Anonymous | reply 79 | May 8, 2020 10:05 PM |
I'm the hanky wiping at non existent tears.
by Anonymous | reply 1 | February 21, 2019 7:02 PM |
I'm the chorus from Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah sung repeatedly for 10 minutes.
by Anonymous | reply 2 | February 21, 2019 7:07 PM |
I'm the home baked cookies for the mourning family.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | February 21, 2019 7:08 PM |
I'm the phrase "better place".
by Anonymous | reply 4 | February 21, 2019 7:08 PM |
I'm the thoughts and prayers.
by Anonymous | reply 5 | February 21, 2019 7:12 PM |
I’m the visibly uncomfortable and agitated blue-collar husbands furious about having to wear a suit and tie
by Anonymous | reply 6 | February 21, 2019 7:15 PM |
I'm their bored kids.
by Anonymous | reply 7 | February 21, 2019 7:16 PM |
I'm the phrase, "Heaven needed another angel."
by Anonymous | reply 8 | February 21, 2019 7:20 PM |
r6
You mean all husbands under the age of 40 these days.
by Anonymous | reply 9 | February 21, 2019 7:21 PM |
I'm all of the black mourning clothing.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | February 21, 2019 7:25 PM |
I'm there for the free refreshments. "Theater of the living!"
by Anonymous | reply 11 | February 21, 2019 7:29 PM |
I'm the flowers that were purchased at WalMart and put in an old vase purchased at GoodWill.....much more "meaningful" that flower shop blooms......and delivered by me when I finally show up at the viewing.....
by Anonymous | reply 12 | February 21, 2019 7:32 PM |
I'm the gift of Precious Moments figurines.
by Anonymous | reply 13 | February 21, 2019 7:34 PM |
I'm the black veils and rosary beads.
by Anonymous | reply 15 | February 21, 2019 7:36 PM |
I'm the barely concealed disgust on the faces of older kids and teens looking at a corpse for the very first time.
by Anonymous | reply 16 | February 21, 2019 7:40 PM |
I'm the nasty stares and whispers being given about the Other Woman who dared to show her face in the back pew.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | February 21, 2019 7:41 PM |
I'm boxed wine, here to symbolize the celebration of the dearly departed's life.
by Anonymous | reply 18 | February 21, 2019 7:42 PM |
Live
Laugh
Die
by Anonymous | reply 19 | February 21, 2019 7:43 PM |
I'm one of the group of transsexuals following Blanche around at Phil's funeral, wondering if she's one of us.
by Anonymous | reply 20 | February 21, 2019 7:46 PM |
I'm the gay son secretly checking Grindr on his phone. I haven't seen these people in years and I can't wait to get the hell out of here!
by Anonymous | reply 21 | February 21, 2019 7:51 PM |
I'm the GoFundMe she obnoxiously tells everyone she setting up on behalf of the deceased.
by Anonymous | reply 22 | February 21, 2019 7:58 PM |
I’m the Catholic priest, conducting the “Mass of Christian Burial”. I’m checking out the hot gay couple in the left center pew. I’m fantasizing a sizzling 3-way in the rectory. The bulges in their tight pants are driving me wild.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | February 21, 2019 7:59 PM |
I'm the group of fraus gathered around the grieving widow. We judge everybody who comes near.
by Anonymous | reply 24 | February 21, 2019 8:00 PM |
I'm Clairee Belcher, gettin' ready to set up a booth so everybody can take a whack at Ouiser!
by Anonymous | reply 25 | February 21, 2019 8:02 PM |
I’m the « barely knew the deceased » fraulein who insists on staying through the whole service with her screaming baby, punctuating the solemnty of the ceremony at every moment of silence.
by Anonymous | reply 26 | February 21, 2019 8:08 PM |
I'm the yoga pants and oversized blouses worn by women under the age 50.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | February 21, 2019 8:08 PM |
I AM GRIEVING frau who NEEDS to keep my strength up! By devouring an entire platter of food at wake with no shame.
by Anonymous | reply 28 | February 21, 2019 8:08 PM |
I’m the depends they wear...
by Anonymous | reply 29 | February 21, 2019 8:10 PM |
I am the online candle lit in memory of the dearly departed school friend last seen 60 years ago.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | February 21, 2019 8:13 PM |
I'm the three-bean casserole she brought to feed mourners during the luncheon afterward.
by Anonymous | reply 31 | February 21, 2019 8:13 PM |
R30 I’m the old drunken Frau’s hair that catches on fire, because I drunkenly fell on the candle.
by Anonymous | reply 32 | February 21, 2019 8:19 PM |
I am the gay man who's forced to cover her work at work because she took a whole day off for this funeral. If I dared to question this -- let alone attempt to ask my homophobic boss if I could do the same -- I would immediately be sued for 'misogyny'.
by Anonymous | reply 33 | February 21, 2019 8:22 PM |
I’m the frau that tells everybody the Deceased was ‘Queer’
by Anonymous | reply 34 | February 21, 2019 8:24 PM |
I'm the plus size Lane Bryant everywhere.
by Anonymous | reply 35 | February 21, 2019 8:28 PM |
I'm the cheap perfume.
by Anonymous | reply 36 | February 21, 2019 8:32 PM |
I’m the ex husband of the deceased Frau and I finally realize she really was a lesbian.
by Anonymous | reply 37 | February 21, 2019 8:36 PM |
I'm her 'funeral outfit' that barely fit her at the last funeral and definitely does not now; though that still hasn't stopped her trying to squeeze herself into me.
by Anonymous | reply 38 | February 21, 2019 8:47 PM |
I'm 'black is slimming'. She will repeat me to herself over and over again.
by Anonymous | reply 39 | February 21, 2019 8:47 PM |
I'm the priest's Grindr notification sound going off mid-eulogy.
by Anonymous | reply 40 | February 21, 2019 8:49 PM |
I'm the funeral potatoes. And she wants my container back.
by Anonymous | reply 41 | February 21, 2019 9:05 PM |
I'm all of the fake grieving.
by Anonymous | reply 42 | February 21, 2019 9:25 PM |
I'm the elephant in the middle of the room (or, rather, the graveyard) consisting of the unspoken but widely shared knowledge that the frau grieving her friend's death the hardest is also the one who fucked her husband, now the grieving widower, after the PTA meeting while the departed one and DH were going through their rough patch a few years ago.
by Anonymous | reply 43 | February 21, 2019 9:31 PM |
I'm the overt whispering about how the deceased had an "ok" life insurance policy-- but it won't be enough and the Tahoe will need to be sold.
by Anonymous | reply 44 | February 21, 2019 9:33 PM |
I’m the cremation incinerator, awaiting its latest payload, and awaiting everyone else, too.
by Anonymous | reply 45 | February 21, 2019 9:40 PM |
I'm all of the cheap booze afterwards.
by Anonymous | reply 46 | February 21, 2019 9:45 PM |
FROG
by Anonymous | reply 47 | February 21, 2019 9:49 PM |
I'm the barely-concealed anxiousness of one Frau waiting her turn to greet the grieving family with sympathetic hand grasping and dusty platitudes.
by Anonymous | reply 48 | February 21, 2019 10:47 PM |
I’m the person who murdered her - funny the cause of death still has not been listed.
by Anonymous | reply 49 | February 22, 2019 2:31 AM |
Thanks for the pointers. I have to go to one tomorrow for a 99 year old woman who was a bitch on wheels for years and whose kids (and grandkids, and great-grandkids) are no doubt overjoyed this blessed day has come at last. Nothin' to see, though, except the grieving family: Gram (or rather, her powdery cremains) will be there in an urn, not an open casket.
by Anonymous | reply 50 | February 22, 2019 3:13 AM |
I’m the ear-piercing vibrato from the minister’s soprano wife singing “Nearer My God to Thee.”
by Anonymous | reply 51 | February 22, 2019 3:44 AM |
R51 I’m the flag being laid over the Deceased body. Damn, we need a bigger flag. I guess the Church fucked up again.
by Anonymous | reply 52 | February 22, 2019 3:51 AM |
I'm her husband being forced to wear a suit while she gets to wear black yoga pants.
by Anonymous | reply 53 | February 22, 2019 10:05 AM |
I'm going to watch Sleepless in Seattle tonight. It was OUR movie.
by Anonymous | reply 54 | February 22, 2019 10:20 AM |
I'm the men, standing out in the parking lot, smoking and talking about sports.
by Anonymous | reply 56 | February 22, 2019 11:37 AM |
I'm the coin that goes into the mouth of the dead queen to pay the ferryman.
by Anonymous | reply 57 | February 22, 2019 12:19 PM |
R54 Now our movie is ‘While You Were Sleeping’.
by Anonymous | reply 58 | February 22, 2019 6:12 PM |
I'm the photo collage or memory board at the entry to the church. I can also be placed next to the casket.
The deceased in now in the arms of the Lord.
by Anonymous | reply 59 | February 22, 2019 6:30 PM |
I'm the go-fund me account set up so her daughter and son in law can have a nice weekend in Vegas.
by Anonymous | reply 60 | February 22, 2019 6:37 PM |
Im the bad girl relative whose only black clothing is a selection of strapless evening gowns slit up to the hips.
by Anonymous | reply 61 | February 22, 2019 6:49 PM |
I'm the sad gay man in the corner taking notes on all the sad boring women's behavior so I can post about it on my favorite website.
by Anonymous | reply 63 | February 22, 2019 7:01 PM |
I'm the wedding party waiting for this shit to be over. Tonight is our rehearsal. Get the fuck out of my wedding!
by Anonymous | reply 64 | February 22, 2019 7:08 PM |
I’m the socially awkward late teen trying to avoid the inane chit chat. If one more crazy aunt asks me if I have a girlfriend I’m going to have a breakdown. If I make it to college away from this mess I’ll be ok, and hopefully meet a cute guy.
by Anonymous | reply 65 | February 22, 2019 7:12 PM |
"I'm here for you".
by Anonymous | reply 66 | February 22, 2019 7:16 PM |
I'm the Elizabeth Arden Red Door Perfume wafting everywhere.
by Anonymous | reply 67 | February 22, 2019 7:19 PM |
I'm the creative one, male or female, sitting in the funeral, casting everybody in my mind, including the corpse, with soap actors as they make their way in.
by Anonymous | reply 68 | February 22, 2019 7:21 PM |
I'm all of the platitudes and over the top, fake praise about what a good person the deceased was.
by Anonymous | reply 69 | February 22, 2019 7:23 PM |
I'm the priest/minister/rabbi/imam/shaman who stopped by the wake/memorial service/viewing/funeral pyre to say a few words but never met the deceased before he or she "passed."
So I really don't have anything to say. It won't stop me, though.
by Anonymous | reply 70 | February 22, 2019 7:41 PM |
I'm Sarah Maclachlan's "In The Arms Of The Angels " playing while everyone passes by the coffin, judging the funeral make up.
by Anonymous | reply 71 | February 22, 2019 8:04 PM |
Dear Lord in Heaven!
by Anonymous | reply 72 | February 22, 2019 9:35 PM |
I'm the discount funeral casket.
by Anonymous | reply 73 | February 23, 2019 7:07 AM |
I'm all of the smug moral superiority.
by Anonymous | reply 74 | February 23, 2019 7:32 AM |
I'm the DLer who FFd and blocked r68.
by Anonymous | reply 75 | February 23, 2019 8:26 AM |
That photo is hilarious OP
by Anonymous | reply 76 | May 12, 2019 5:52 AM |
I am the deceased's bitter son who tells anyone who will listen, "If there's any justice she's shoveling shit in Hell as we speak." People assume I'm drunk but no way would I do anything to blunt the satisfaction of this blessed day.
by Anonymous | reply 77 | May 12, 2019 7:47 AM |
nnnnn
by Anonymous | reply 78 | May 8, 2020 9:56 PM |
I'm the mourner of Italian descent amazed at the lack of wailing, howling and women trying throwing themselves into/on the coffin that I am accustomed to at Italian wakes/funerals.
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