So today was the funeral of my cousins most of the time only. I can not say that to me his death is now less unreal opposed them.
What was said before the funeral yesterday in Luxembourg, where we - that is my grandparents, Frédéric's father, his wife Monique and I - set off at half past nine. Despite some confusion because of a diversion, we were half an hour early and had with many others who have already come, wait until 10 before the clock until we were allowed inside the crematorium. The crematorium was a depressing brick building under a flight path. There were certain about 60 mourners, and they that for the most part very young. So many friends of Frédéric. That was very nice!
The ceremony should be irreligious, my grandma had predicted. A rhetorically skilled employees of the funeral company that had previously informed of the deceased should play the role of the priest. But there was obviously a change of plan, so that a rhetorical untrained employees of the church, seemed to have not previously informed the bean, the Job has taken over. For the ceremony variant "Religion, Catholic," a dying Jesus had come down on the cross in brass coat rack look. One of the beautiful but unfortunately postprocessed digital photo graced the podium, where they stood on a low stone plate has a disproportionate functional-looking box. On the edge of the stone flowers and some candles were distributed. This lack of love in the details I was pretty bad.
The little moving speech was not followed by more personal words of close relatives and good friends. And I would very much like to hear some of the assembled friends. But was not provided.
At the funeral my great grandmother was all colorfast including building a Catholic, but the priest has invited non-believers explicitly, but instead to make the holy cross, a gesture of their choice, to say goodbye in person. In this short Christianized celebration but it was no question, so it has not done. And there was my Auffalltoleranz passed I did not want to be the first to out of line. Especially since even the other hand said that they do almost nothing else could. When my great grandmother could touch the coffin, as I said at the Frédéric was not very decorative urn out of reach. And
had asked the priest at my grandma to this Christian gesture I would even be able to understand it, because my great grandmother was religious. If the person had a gesture that means something, please. But it has neither me nor Frédéric means something and I only prevented from adopting me sensible, even if I search for Rumspritzen still lingers a moment am, regardless of the successor.
nice, however, was that while these individual adoption of his favorite song was played, even if it was "inappropriate" techno music. Then we were
loaded into a pub in Trier, which was set up very nicely, and generally had a pleasant and friendly atmosphere. There was also subtle but beautiful music and it was a good buffet. Unfortunately, it was difficult to come to a conversation with people, but I was instead talking to my uncle Rainer and Monique very pleasant. And since the last time as a child, that was completely new in this form. That was really very nice.
The two had to leave quickly but then again, to get to their flying. As with Peter was also waiting at which the work unfortunately. So we are after about a half broken and then back to my grandparents.
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