Black folks love a funeral. That’s not to say we welcome death or even desire to attend a funeral, but let there be a funeral of someone we may know just a little bit, there’s a chance it will draw a crowd around here. We even have a group of professional mourners who show up at every funeral and think nothing of being there for a complete stranger while staying all the way to the repast.
I’m sure if I did a little research I’d find how our ancestors have done it big when it comes to sending off our loved ones in ceremonious style. It’s in our DNA to stage a funeral with as much of the best stuff we can afford like costly caskets, limonene processions, professionally designed programs printed on costly stock, flowers, rugs, video tributes, full choir ensembles, Stellar Award worthy soloists, fiery eulogists, and long readings of Hallmark cards and proclamations. If they’re affiliated with fraternities, sororities, or Masonic like organizations, expect a preamble to the regular service.