That goddamn This Is Us has become the cryin’est night of my week. Granted, I’m pretty weepy when I watch shows anyway, and this one is carefully orchestrated grief porn. I know it. I don’t care.
One thing I’m def taking away from it is the concept of a fun funeral, where the life of the deceased is happily celebrated. I want genuine laughter, maybe a few tears (but not the kind that rip you apart inside), and the kind of food I’d make myself if I were there. Somebody should make a mix-tape of my favourite episodes of shows to play in the background:
Simpsons: Treehouse of Horror V and Simpsons Buy a Pool
Family Guy: Patriot Games
The Critic: The one with “Take THAT, Guernica!”
The Monkees: The one with the Frodis
WKRP in Cincinnati: Thanksgiving (turkey helicopter thing)
Monty Python: Argument
And Mork and Mindy episode with Exidor.
The Young Ones: Nasty, Interesting
Community: Ep 3,
Key and Peele: Othello, first Halloween episode
SNL: Quentin Tarantino’s Welcome Back Kotter, All celebrity Jeopardy, All Chris Farley show.
Twilight Zone: People are Alike All Over, It’s a Good Life, Monsters are Due on Maple Street
Tales from the Crypt: Creep Course, And All Through the House, The Secret
Movies: Night of the Living Dead, Psycho, Hot Fuzz, Trading Places, A Patch of Blue, Rope, Death to Smoochy, Frailty, Head.
Obviously, it’s not unique or new to say funerals should celebrate the deceased. But I imagine we’ve all gone to a funeral where the guy talking didn’t even know my grandpa (or whoever your person is–I remember leaving my grandfather’s funeral furious over all the things that weren’t said, and the inaccuracy of those that were). But then, I’ve always been much more comfortable feeling angry than feeling sad.