I was a pallbearer at Traci's grandma's funeral today. She died on Friday, though everybody had been expecting it for the past couple of weeks now. I thought it was somewhat strange that I was asked to be one of the pallbearers, but it was all grandsons and grandsons-in-law who did it, so I didn't feel that out of place. I didn't know Traci's grandma very well--we only visited her once a month, if even that often--but she was a genuinely decent and admirable person, even if she was a little set in her ways. =)
My family isn't really big on funerals--we didn't have one for my dad or my grandma--so it was just a little surreal being there today. Nobody was overly-wrought with emotion, which probably made it even more surreal. In fact, there was a fair amount of smiling and joking going on afterwards, which I suppose is what I would want if I were ever to have a funeral. No crying or weeping, just remembering.