… One of the saddest things I ever heard was at a funeral. Well, yes. Funerals are, by their nature, sad affairs. They are even sadder if the departed or their family aren’t Catholic. They lack that whole “praying for the dead” element.
At my grandmother’s funeral her best friend of sixty years was overheard saying, “We can finally stop praying for her now. She’s in a better place with Jesus and angels and fluffy clouds and kittens and everyone she’s every loved who died before her.” The nativity of her belief that all souls go to heaven is a dangerous one, especially for the protestant souls in purgatory in need of our daily prayer. It would appear they have no one else to pray for them.
I told you; isn’t that an incredibly sad thought?