Since yesterday was my convocation, my mother decided to contact the church and have it offer one of the masses as a mass for thanksgiving. Fair enough. But really, how often do the living have something offered to them? It doesn’t happen often in my opinion. I really didn’t need a whole mass on a Sunday with me as an intention. So, anyway, during the mass, I was hoping that I wasn’t going to be mentioned. Seriously.
When it came to the part where there were prayers for the faithful, the intentions came and went, one by one, without a mention. I was relieved when they hit the names of the deceased, because that meant that they had gotten past the other intentions. That’s when it happened. They were praying for the souls of the members of the church who had passed on. I was listed.
I’m dead. Except that I’m not. I’m very much alive and well, thanks.
Someone behind the scenes must have thought that the mass offering was for someone dead, and not someone alive. I found it hilarious. Mom was all “what the….” Dad wasn’t paying attention. I explained it to him in the car, at which point he became livid and cursing anyone who may have been involved. Good show. You know, I really don’t need any correction made. It was a simple error. I don’t care. Let’s leave it at that. I found humour in the situation. My father wsa threatening to raise holy hell on the church. We got into a fight about it. Honestly, I don’t give two shits about it being wrong. Just because it was announced doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly going to get sick and die. Fuck it. It’s a mistake. Let it go. If I have, he should as well. Ugh!
So yeah, I’m not dead.
“Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated”
-Mark Twain
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