The Big Greek Funeral

My friend Irene’s father died 2 days after Christmas. Mike was 87 and had been ill for a while. But he died peacefully with his beloved wife Olive (of 64 years) and daughters at his bedside.

Mike was Greek and his offspring, who are first generation South Africans, honoured his request for a Greek funeral. The service took place in a beautiful little Greek church in Orange Grove. The church probably seated 130 odd people and was packed with people standing at the doors. The inside of the church is exquisite – beautiful murals of saints and angels covering the walls, gold chandeliers, gold lattice work, deep sky blue ceilings and wonderful paintings of the last supper and other saints. The senior priest was all dressed up and looked imposing in his robes – he also had a white beard that went down to his waist. The second priest was dressed in a white a blue robe and look just as imposing and was wearing Crocs *grin*. The cantor was dressed in civvies and chanted beautifully.

The service was quite long and all done in Greek - although a bit was read out in English. The senior priest gave a eulogy for Mike (in Greek) and he was quite animated and spoke with great feeling – even we non-Greek speakers could feel his respect and affection for Mike. When we filed out of the church Olive said to me that she was sorry I did not understand the lovely words the priest said – but she would tell me at another time. During the service the junior priest lit the censers and the church was permeated with the whiffs of incense.

After the service we proceeded in convoy to the cemetery and, prior to the coffin being lowered, the priest poured olive oil, soil and fresh flower petals over the coffin and prayed. Once the coffin was lowered, we all sprinkled flower petals on the coffin. We were then off again to the church hall for something to eat and drink – tables laden with glorious Greek food.

And, I guess by this stage you are all asking “where the heck is she going with the blog posting?” Well, where I am going is that it was a very impressive funeral. I think Mike would have been pleased. Yes it was lengthy, but it had wonderful gravitas. It was just what was needed to say goodbye to a man had a good long life, the service and graveside prayers were dignified and his family were comforted by these ceremonies.

Conversely, my mother’s cremation service was (not quite what we were expecting) a quick 20 minute service and the minister spent the last few minutes or so trying to recruit new members for his church. We were also asked to bring a cd of her favourite music – which took up another couple of minutes - Dean Martin belting/slurring out a song didn’t quite do it, although she might have thought this was funny! I think I would have felt a bit better with a bit more pomp and I also think she would have preferred something along the line of Mike’s funeral.

We need to set aside more time on these occasions to immerse ourselves with the ceremony – switch off the cell phones, mark off the whole day in our diaries and be in the moment.