When is the right time to cry?

Half the room is devided, the wifes side on the left, husband on the right, odd member's mixed with opposite's, pretty much a wedding if you didnt notice the dirty great coffin inbetween. At funerals, one finds themselves either thrown into contemplation or forced into reviewing or facing relationships which one would not have even contemplated taking the challenge of going over issues & memories happily forgotten?I was found myself pondering during the funeral "Is there a right time to die? When is the right time to cry?"When you are surrounded by so many members of your family that are close or distant, one is propelled into the realisation that death is galloping nearer to our loved ones than we would like to admit. For instance, Graeme was a healthy middle aged man, over 60, but not yet elderly, though some would say 'over the hill' is definatly entering the 'old' catagories, Graeme did not appear to belong to any by conventional standards. His coffin was deep mahogany, reminscent of the Victorian era furniture scattered in antique shops around the country side and his lounge and dining rooms. Wonderful ruby red roses lay adorning the lid of the sarcogphigus, perfect positioning of the golf club, number 1 and the lily white gold ball.The eulegy by Richard was as entertaining as the flight to the death show... cabin crew prepare passengers for departure...... ...... ..... 20 minutes until cremation Graeme!Revealing your tears appears completely taboo... the atmosphere feels like it belongs to a psyhiactric patients morbid fantasy of people lined up waiting for the referree to yell out... ready set go! ... An hour goes by before anyone outside the immediate family feels the signal its okay to display their grief .. I myself needing my aunty to hug me before I could let the pain out 'you just needed a squeeze to pop' she says. Mingling is always difficult until you have downed a few wines .. enough to remove the edge... talking to cousins you havent seen in 13 years.. then another turns out to be 17 years... and your've always got the cousin which never knew you existed, how?! is the discussion which amuses us all, but ends the same as them all... time for another drink. .. discussions are short sharp, Taylor sounding as everyone likes to label it.. who received compliments for his achievements... his extraverted persona which is in total contrast to the introverted boy which left the country (all thanks & praise should be directed to boo for helping me become who I am) & special mention to Clint & Taylor for spending the time to split themselves apart and join back together again.