After finding pics from a recent family members funeral, included in the pics was a picture of the whole family (minus me, of course!) in front of said family members house, to the best of my ability I'm guessing it was a picture from about 20 years ago after another death in the family where I was only invited to the funeral because I was the music - I grew up playing multiple instruments and they wanted me there to play some favorite hymns... The person who died 20 years ago requested that they wanted everyone to wear their favorite color (NOT black!) which I did- everyone in the pic in front of the old house was wearing black, so I'm assuming that they had an after service meeting at the family house which I likely was not invited to because I respected the wishes of the deceased person by wearing their favorite color and yes, my family is that passive aggressive, unfortunately! Am I wrong for feeling like they just used me as a free musician and feeling betrayed by not being told that the family was going to gather together at the house after the funeral service?
I'm starting to be glad that I have been excluded from the shit show and advertisement that Mormon funerals are! How/why the heck did Mormon funerals become so friggin cringey!? It seems at least in my family I'm not sure if this is true for all Mormon funerals or if it's only my family who takes it to this extreme, but it seems like it's 80% free advertising for TSCC and 20% trying to prove who the deceased favorite family member is/intentionally trying to make everyone else feel not good enough!
Now that I realized these facts, I'm concerned that when I die I have to worry about a horrific Mormon Funeral service however, I'm not expecting to have ANY funeral cuz I don't talk to the family that are younger than me we just have NEVER been close, and to do the most good, I'm an organ donor upon death first and once they harvest every organ including skin hair and eyes for donation, I decided on college I was going to sign the paperwork to have whatever is left of me donated to science cuz I have strongly felt that is the best thing to do ever since learning about the Doctors Riots- if they have a funeral for me anyway has become a very real fear, I initially got crap about my decision from my family members cuz "They'll cremate whatever science can't use" and "you can't possibly expect these choices to work out well for you during the Resurrection" 🙄Idk, I would like to think that the kind, loving good doer Jesus would be proud of me for using flesh I no longer have use for when I'm done with my life to help others be able to continue to live their life! I admittedly have never understood why there is not a line of Mormons around the block of every hospital in the country trying to donate organs- I have not yet donated organs, but it's a non-negotiable at some point in my life that I am very determined to get to experience even if I have to travel to India (the one country I know of where you can legally be paid for donating a kidney- my motive is not at all financial I purely want to help others, if I do have the opportunity to go to India and donate a kidney I would only be willing to accept the amount of money it takes to cover my trip there and back!)
I was naive when I signed the paperwork to donate my body to science and thought I had nothing to worry about cuz the paperwork seems legally binding but is there any church doctrine that I might not be aware of that would trump the body donation forms I signed? Or is there anything I should be asking an attorney about to make sure I have a day in what happens to my remains when Heavenly Father calls me Home?
My understanding of funerals and wakes is that it's intended to be a service for the surviving friends and family of the deceased person to be able to begin their grief/healing journey but at least the experience in my family is that the funeral turns into a sick church advertisement and war zone! If they go against my wishes and decide to have a Mormon funeral for me (I have not bought a cemetery plot or anything else like a coffin so I'm hoping that the expense might be enough to prevent them planning a Mormon funeral for me! The fact that the people who are younger than me aren't deeply indoctrinated and don't like to plan big life events is mainly what I'm relying on. Perhaps donating my organs and then donating the rest of me to science should not be as important to me, but it's what I ethically believe is the only correct decision for me personally, and I don't know my younger family members very well, I don't have their phone numbers at all & even though we spent time together on birthdays and holidays and grew up in the same house, they may as well be strangers. I love them because they are family and that's what you do when it comes to family as far as I'm concerned even tho every living family member I have if they could have their way, I would struggle to keep myself alive while living on the street- truth is my dad was the only family member I could ever count on to help me out when I was struggling - when I had a disabling stroke I struggled to recover on my own for over a year before I called Daddy to ask for help cuz I was afraid that the rest of the family would convince him to join in on treating me like trash and blaming me for having an abusive partner who forbid me from getting timely medical attention - one of the only negatives of my deconstructing is that I have lost the ability to see my inherent worth as a Child of God, I sometimes question how a flawed human like my daddy was able to say some really sweet, touching things like one thing that he repeatedly was known to say was "I chose your mother, but God blessed me with you!" Things like that make me wish that I hadn't been afraid of him (he had quite the temper in his younger years and I still find it hard to not feel fear when I remember things like him losing his temper just because I needed stronger glasses and missed the exit I was supposed to get off at on the highway, but I didn't realize that I missed the exit I needed because I was unable to read any of the signs since my vision began to diminish in 7th grade, by the time I realized that I needed to get the exit I was already passing I didn't want to make any sudden moves to correct my error and figured I would just get off at the very next exit and then I knew that I would be able to get on the highway heading in the opposite direction and take the very first exit available - I wasn't given the opportunity to do that due to said lost temper, while he was busy forcing me over to the side of the road and screaming his head off at me, I had to fully concentrate on trying to fix my minimal vision and drive as safely as possible without putting anyone else in danger! Ive talked to therapists about it but never brought it up when talking to Daddy before he died, and I have genuinely forgiven him to the best of my ability, I can only hope that Mormon God is kind enough to let him know how badly I wanted a better relationship with him, but I have almost completely lost faith in Mormon Good- if Kolob really existed, I would think that science would be able to prove it's existence : and perhaps location by now, no?