Originally posted by: Modelworks
I refuse to go look at someone I cared about laying dead in a box, while everyone stands around and lies about how much they cared, and what a nice person they were.
I'll keep my last memory of them as they were, not of what others wanted them to be, and certainly not of them laying there dead while everyone acts like they cared.
As for myself, can't say I fear dying, but then I haven't done it yet, so who knows
That's exactly how I feel about weddings. I've only been to one thus far, but it was a very difficult experience. It was for a parent's best friend's daughter, whom I knew since I was a kid, but fell out of touch for many years. No one recognized each other, so I went as a favour for my parents (ok, she made me go). While there, it was painfully obvious that too many people were invited. Only one table out of maybe 7 or 8 was filled with friends of the bridge/groom.
Everyone else looked like they were there cause the parents of the couple wanted to kiss ass to their friends. Meanwhile, everyone was there pretending to be happy, smiling on their face, but whispering gossip and talking shit about others. Personally, I felt it was a sham considering how in the now everyone was, and the likelihood that they would be divorced/dysfunctional in a few years. When that happens, the wedding just becomes a joke. Or maybe personal experiences have made me a cynical asshole.
I got invited to a second wedding for two co-workers, whom I didn't know well, but was good friends with friends of both bride and groom (also co-workers). With the past 2 paragraphs in mind, I openly refused to go, which may have soured our relationship. Oh well...
Edit: One more thing. Last week, I actually 'died' in my dream and it was one of the most screwed up feelings I ever felt after waking up. Hopefully, when it happens, it's not like that. Otherwise, if I'm gone, I'm gone, whatever.