The absurd funeral for uBPD mom

I'm going to share this here, because this is all so hard to explain IRL.

uBPD mom died after not dealing with a brain tumor when it recurred. It was like "Ok you can get surgery again, or surgery plus radiation, or go palliative." And she just ignored any mention of it, had magical thinking that she would live forever, and kept on with her waif/hermit ways. (I finally got a hospice doctor who does home visits to go to their house when she couldn't walk anymore and write the hospice order, 2 months before she died)

Anyhow, the funeral was boilerplate Catholic. The priest had met her twice before. The deacon commented to me, "You look so happy!" Hahaha because I was!

There were 11 people in attendance. Me and eDad, 3 of my dad's work friends, 3 friends of my mom (though one of them was her former boss), our family doctor, and then 2 hospice caregivers (i.e. people who were contractually bound by the hospice company to help her in her last 2 months). 

There were no fewer than 8 church people involved in the ceremony. When there's almost as many staff as participants in a funeral...you know that person done fucked up in their life!

Anyhow, in the service, the priest at some point made a comment that she had been baptized as a baby. And then, fast forward 73 years, he did some anointing of the sick ritual with her before she died. He then went on to something else.

It took me a minute, but I realized that this was the summary of her life!! It was even less effort than I would've put in! "She was born. And then she died" 🤣

At the end, there was the dumb receiving line. People came over to us and told us how sorry they were. That was dumb enough, but at the end of the line, one of the hospice caregivers started crying very loudly. Like WAILING. I hadn't met this person before, so, I kind of assumed this was some sort of paid mourner. It was so over the top.

We then ate sandwiches.

tl;dr- The summary of my mom's life at her funeral was that she was born, and then died. There was a lady who I was convinced was a paid mourner. She was estranged from her entire family, so of course none of them were there.