The funeral

The most awkward horrible thing ever.
So...I get up later than normal..then I get roped in to helping with the food preparations for the "Wake"
That's fine. Get plates out saucers out, I get told off for not smothering the sausage rolls with milk in the correct way, Granny faffs around with the ham sandwiches, We make cucumber sandwiches for Auntie Shelia and Tom, who are......Vegetarian. Who eats Cucumber sandwiches? Its just a bit of water between two slices of bread????  We get ready in the most uncomfortable clothes ever, get in the car. My Fat-her doesn't turn up. Then we head for Penmount, where the service will be held. Get there, awkward moments, Auntie Shelia, Uncle Patrick, and Steven are there. Then as we greet them, awkward, as there is a, should I go for a hug, or a kiss, or shake their hand, or what happens if they kiss me and I don't back, confusion. Then we walk in to the building. Tom, Ellen and Tom's Girlfriend, turn up. More awkward moments. Everyone talking, The Bristol Contingent keeping with their own. While I stand their Smiling and pretend to listen, to whomever is talking at me. Most of the people there I don't know, and yet as normal they know me. My Gran is loving it, and my Auntie is trying to control herself from leaving the room.
Then there is the blow, the coffin goes by us into the next room, where the actual service will be. I have seen many coffins, on the television, and I did not expect that to hit me so emotionally as it did. There was a horrible silence as Great Granny went past, her coffin, covered with pretty flowers and put in the corner of the room, with velvet hangings, ready to surround her.
The service, was ok. The Reverend, spoke of her life, in detail, written by Granny and thankfully edited by Auntie Shelia. There where two short hymns, and two sweet prayers, that Great Granny had a labeled in her Bible. Then there was a sound of Birdsong as the velvet hangings surrounded her coffin, and I said goodbye.
Drove back home. As normal the Bristol lot were there first, which I thought was stupid, as no one was home. Rustle was on the floor, never seen him on the floor before, and both me and Auntie Beth thought he might have been clipped by a car. He seemed alright though.
Went in the house, got food out and ready, everyone crowded around in the Dining Room, I had to leave quite a few times, as I couldn't cope with all the people. Had to be the perfect little host, from four until half eight when finally the last person went home. I have never been so relived in my life.
 Despite the fact I hated meeting all the people, and the Bristol lot were well, not exactly helpful, it was a good way to celebrate Great Granny's life, which had been a remarkable, full life.