Friday, August 8, 2008
Last year, when my godmother died, I experienced the Greek Orthodox approach. The services are designed to force you to grieve. And grieve. And grieve. And then you grieve some more, until there's nothing left. And then you eat.
My granddad died last night. He was English, and a Methodist, so I won't have that experience.
Instead I spent 3 hours today watching "Six Feet Under."
Am I the most morbid person on earth?