We went to the memorial service for the daughter of Tim's ex, where I got to witness humanity being truly, truly shitty.

Tim's ex (R.) is obviously no longer with her daughter's father. Apparently the daughter's father told R. how many people she was "allowed" to "invite" to the memorial (SPOILER: 15). The front 6 pews all had signs taped on the ends of the pews that read "Reserved for [Daughter's Father's Name]'s Family." A member of that family got up and read the obituary, which was printed in the program, and listed the surviving family members by name; she made a very obvious pause as she got to the name of R.'s other son (which was printed in the obituary), DIDN'T SAY HIS NAME, and then read the rest of the names. The service was supposed to start at 2:00; at 2:20, all of Daughter's Father's family (30-40 people), came walking up the aisle of the church together. (What was THAT about? Not only were they forcing R. and the handful of people she was "allowed" to invite to wait, they were forcing their own friends to wait. It was really awkward.) And the father got up and delivered a eulogy of sorts that ended by emotionally urging "the nonbelievers here today to start a relationship with Jesus Christ."**

For understandable backstory, I should note that Daughter's Father literally kidnapped her and forcibly moved her from Ohio to live with him in Texas when she was a minor.

In conclusion, he and his family may be grieving, and some part of me respects that, but the larger part still wants them to burn in hell for how they treated R. and her son. Fuck them.

We did not, perhaps unsurprisingly, join them for the meal in the undercroft after the service. Because fuck them. We all went to Perkin's.

**(Every Christian but non-Catholic funeral/memorial I've been to in the past 5 years or so has included what basically amounts to an altar call. What is WITH that???)

Holy fucking shit "humans", Tep.

Holy fucking shit "humans", Tep.

It was mind-blowing how shitty they were. All dressed in nice suits and well-coiffed, and every single one of them except a grandmother ignored R. and her son. (The grandmother came over and hugged R. and cried with her and squeezed the son's hand.) Fuck them all so much.

A funeral is totally the best time to be petty.

And the funeral started with the Jeff Buckley iteration of "Hallelujah," so I was not well-inclined toward the family to begin with.

Oh, my god, I shouldn't laugh at that.

Oh man.

Good lord, what asshats, Steph. I'm sorry Tim's ex had to deal with them on top of losing her daughter.

I want to say that's un-fucking-believable but I have no problem believing it. Petty and cruel, and I'm so glad that R and her son had you and Tim and all her other people there for support.

The world needs to cut you a break.

I shot photographs and day drank.

You say that like it's a bad thing. Sounds like a Saturday well spent. I wish I were day drinking RIGHT NOW but it'd probably slow day my grading even further.

Oh, my god, I shouldn't laugh at that.

No, I really almost laughed, despite Tim's ex sobbing her heart out at the end of our allotted pew.

I'm sorry Tim's ex had to deal with them on top of losing her daughter.

The great good thing is that last week in Texas (R. ended up moving to Texas after Daughter's Horrible Father kidnapped her and moved her to Texas, because she wanted to be near her daughter), they had a big memorial service and it was FULL of R.'s friends and family, and tons of Daughter's friends, and not a lot of Daughter's Horrible Father's family. So that's a comfort to R. and her son.