Death makes us, human beings, seem so weak and vulnerable. One organ down and we are gone. Or maybe in a motor vehicle accident, we are crushed. Or maybe even like some, collapsed and gone.
After we are gone, what's left is just our family members deciding what is good for the dead. Sad to say, even if it's against our wishes, we have no right to say how things should be done. Are we suppose to wake up from our coffin and walk right up to you and tell you how we want things to be done?
Now that the decisions that made by the living seems the right and correct thing to do. Example: I am a Taoist. I am old and most of the time unconscious nearing my death. The ones that stayed by my side are Christians. All her friends from church came to pray for me at my bedside. When I am gone, you held a funeral for me as a Christian. Because you believe that is good for me. You believed that that's the only way to heaven by accepting god's grace and hold the ceremony as Christian.
To be honest, I personally find that it's a joke. It seems that you force this down on me.
It was a struggle for us to sit through the ceremony. Having someone at the stand, using this opportunity to preach to us about god. Were the people there when she was awake? Did the people asked her if she accepted god's grace? Were the person at the stand saw her when she left this world? No.
