I went to a life celebration. Out of respect for an immediate family member, to show my respect. I carpooled, due to gas prices, so I was there at the very beginning of it, like just when the starting time happened...
It was the quietest gathering I've ever been to in my life. And remember, the word celebration was attached to this event. I was there from beginning to end and you could hear a pin drop the entire time.
The host and relative would go to a corner and smoke, every once in a while, and I was like, "Are they making sure they can be as quiet as they can be, and reassurring each other on this fact, that it keeps going?...Quietly..."
The guy was anti-social. So, is that we celebrated? There was no reconnecting. It was no talking, barely whisper to you and to everyone else...I'll look at you from a-far, but don't talk to me, it is not allowed at this Celebration of Life, for four hours. Watched it start, watched it close, the whole day.
What did that family want out of a Celebration of Life? They would gather in the corner and tell each other how well they were doing at being as quiet as possible. (I can laugh about it now, but very perplexing to watch it IRL)