I Hate Funerals

My Aunt Joan, my Dad's sister died this week. My brothers, my Mom and I drove to Bottineau (about 90 miles from here) for the funeral yesterday. We weren't close to my Dad's side of the family at all but ever since Jim's funeral I normally fall apart at funerals. I actually made it through the whole thing without even crying, even when they sang Amazing Grace. I still hate them though.