Putting the fun in funeral

I'm sitting waiting for my great aunt's funeral to begin. I'm anxious to see what it will be like because she didn't belong to a church, but most of her family is moderately to very religous. They're mostly Catholic or Church of God. Should be interesting.
My dad's a pall bearer, so we had to be here an hour early. Of course, that means we had to be an hour and fifteen minutes early.
There's a Starbucks on this funeral home. I got a cappucino. Very tasty and only a dollar. Guess they can't justify bleeding the grieving dry. There were signs telling me not to take food or drinks out of the cafe, but honestly, who's really going to be the rule enforcer at a funeral home? As I told my mom, I could run around naked and no one would stop me.
They're playing the saddest songs of the 90's over the speakers. Things like, 'It's So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday' and 'Tears in Heaven'. Lovely.