We Got It All Wrong Poem by Scott Campbell

I feel that a funeral is no different than a wedding or a parade. Only the mood is different. The dead don't understand why we grieve, it's them who grieve for us, for we are living and they have it easy. And people cry at weddings, and people celebrate at funerals, this is how it should be. The bride parading down the aisle, women weeping, men walking straight past with the groom, like pall bearers carrying the recently fallen. All of these are selfish, practices; all are focused on us and our inability to accept change.
Funerals are for the living, weddings are for the parents, and parades are for the children.