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Thoughts of a funeral-goer

Friday, 18 May 2012

 

Posted by Lyra Mollington

 

Apart from a brief encounter with cancer when I was in my forties and a slightly dodgy back, I am in good health for a 74 year old.  Neverthless I was perturbed to discover that I am only six months older than Jane Fonda.  However, as my mother used to say, it’s not what’s on the outside that counts…  She also used to advise me to study hard because I was unlikely to bag myself a rich husband or indeed any husband at all.  How wrong she was!

This morning I awoke (always a good start to the day) to the dulcet tones of James Naughtie and a nice cup of tea made by Mr M.  By the time I was in the kitchen preparing Colin’s breakfast, it was Thought for the Day.  Have you noticed how they cleverly begin with something topical and then, before you know it, they’re talking about Jesus? 

On Tuesday I was especially interested to hear Canon Angela Tilby telling us about death.  I don’t know how I missed it, but apparently it’s Dying Matters Awareness Week.  She was just getting to her point – how to talk meaningfully about something we don’t really understand – when Colin started barking at one of the cats who occasionally risk life and limb by straying into our back garden.  Frustratingly, I heard only the words scepticism, brutal and metaphor which made me even more desperate to know how it ended. 

Later that day, when my grandson Sebastian popped in after work, I asked him to show me how to find Angela’s podcast.  I could have done it myself of course but I like him to think that I rely on his expertise.  Which, come to think of it, is how I bagged the husband my mother said I would never get.

With Colin safely curled up in his bed, Mr M. preparing supper and Seb surfing the web, I listened again to Tuesday’s Thought for the Day.

As Canon Angela concluded with the words, ‘Death, though a change of state, is not the end of being,’ I noticed Seb rolling his eyes.  I was perplexed – Angela had spoken so movingly about how she helps people come to terms with death through the language of faith.  As a family I would say we are all at the agnostic end of the Anglican spectrum.  However, I’m beginning to think that Seb might be one of those aggressive atheists one hears so much about. 

He asked me if I had ever seen a ‘brilliant and funny’ website called Platitude of the Day.  I told him that I might take a look if I had some spare time.

I have to confess that the moment Seb left, I clicked on the link.  I am afraid that Mr Peter Hearty (the author of Platitude of the Day) had deliberately misinterpreted Angela’s wise words.  Indeed, I was taken aback to discover that he does this to all the contributors of Thought for the Day.  However, to my great shame, after reading his archives, I was addicted. 

Where Angela speaks of how we soften the language of death by the use of metaphor, Mr Hearty writes, ‘You would think that people… would be more candid when one of your loved ones dies, and say things like, “Well that’s the end of your husband that you’ve been married to for the last 50 years. He’s gone, dead, kaputt, finito, so you just better get used to it.” Oddly, they don’t. They tend to try and soften the blow, even though they don’t believe in the invisible magic afterlife.’

He then gives her a rating of 5 out of 5 – extraordinarily platitudinous.

Angela and Peter are both sincere in their beliefs. I am grateful to both of them for giving me so much to think about in this week of Dying Matters Awareness.  I am also grateful to Seb for finding me this article and video about Ms Fonda’s plastic surgery — here


 

5 comments on “Thoughts of a funeral-goer

  1. Lyra Mollington

    Monday 21st May 2012 at 8:31 pm

    Quokkagirl – you’re wise and funny!

  2. Quokkagirl

    Monday 21st May 2012 at 7:14 am

    Ahhh Lyra,

    Like me, you have trained Mr M well – not that I’ve trained your Mr M you understand – just my equivalent. It’s the way to avoid early morning nastiness he’s found.

    Yes, I’m afraid platitudes are all we have unfortunately because language just doesn’t cut it does it?

    You know, the older I get the less I understand the meaning of it all – or what I believe. I just know that I don’t believe in anything that can be described in mere words – because they are not good enough are they – whether describing heaven, hell, other planes or nothingness? I’m going to wait and see I think – after all, there have to be some surprises to look forward to surely?

    And in the meantime, I’ll keep away from the surgeon’s youth knife thank you (there isn’t one big enough I suspect) and grow old as nature intended, withering away like a faded flower when the season is right. Who wants to be young anyway? You have to stop up late, work all hours to survive and keep up with everyone else. And have you heard the rubbish they talk and seen the tripe on the telly that they watch?

  3. Lyra Mollington

    Sunday 20th May 2012 at 2:22 pm

    Gloria – if only I were so tolerant all the time! That’s why Mr M brings me a cup of tea in the morning (Yorkshire tea if you’re interested).
    Thank you Evelyn especially for Jung’s quote. I add only this to your wise words: like most I fear I am more of a tea-light than a chandelier.

  4. Saturday 19th May 2012 at 12:23 am

    Thank you Lyra for creating such a diversity of linkages – to Thought for the day, Platitude for the day and Ms Fonda’s aboutface – I may never find my way home again!

    Ms Tilby is interesting – what is ‘being’ or ‘end of being’ after all??
    And where does Philip Pullman’s changed state come in?
    “Even if it means oblivion, friends, I’ll welcome it, because it won’t be nothing. We’ll be alive again in a thousand blades of grass, and a million leaves; we’ll be falling in the raindrops and blowing in the fresh breeze; we’ll be glittering in the dew under the stars and the moon out there in the physical world, which is our true home and always was.”

    Karl Jung said, “As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.”

    Lyra – you do kindle a light in the darkness of MERE being… whatever “mere being” is… …. maybe I should have stuck with the Jane Fonda!

    Keep well dear Lyra.

  5. Friday 18th May 2012 at 9:04 pm

    Lyra, I’m very pleased to hear you are in good physical health, to match your lively mind, with its tolerant and amused approach to human foibles!

    Your Mama thought you’d never land a husband; I wonder what Ms Fonda’s Mama thought were her chances of staying with any one husband? Interesting that she wanted to change her facial appearance so it looked more like how she feels. I could be unkind, and say that must mean she feels like someone who is so terrified of living her age, of accepting her life right where she is, that she’s spend thousands on minor tinkerings with her appearance.

    It seems to me that the refusal to live in one’s age, the desire to deny it and pretend one is somewhere else, is actually a major problem in our culture, but I can feel a bout of long-windedness coming on, and I don’t want to get parodied by your new friend Peter! So I’ll leave it there.

    How nice to hear that Mr M brings you the cheering cup of Oolong in the a.m. Three cheers for all such Misters.

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