I hate funerals, and make excuses to avoid them. But sometimes the deceased was a friend, a relative, or a close acquaintance. And I have no choice but to sit through the ordeal and hate every second of it. I hate everything about funerals—the usually dimly lit room, the mournful music, the casket, the funny smell, the wreaths, the cemeteries…. I especially hate to see people cry. That tugs at my heart and makes me want to cry as well….