I think this is considered the consummate "black funeral" song. Growing up I must say I used to love funerals when the deceased were not kin or someone I really loved. Good music and good food is always in abundance, sometimes good preaching.
I loved all the sharp ushers, nurses and attendants always smartly dressed, snow white gloved hands, precision erect quick walking, every one walking at the "quick step", every one communicating silently with eye contact only. I think we thought talking was disrespectful to the dead, would disturb them. (Like the dead could hear, GOD help us.)
I don't know if it is as prevalent today as it was years ago, we have to see the body, we must have and open casket. We must see our loved ones one more time.
Yes, I like a fool always believed in death bed confessions. No such thing! My mother promised that she wasn't apologizing for shit and she didn't! Did she need to? Yes! Why couldn't she repent? Too evil, too jealous,too delusional, too lost, too forsaken, too broken,too full of pride.
We can make all the noise we want at a funeral and we can speak ill of the dead. When you are dead, you are done, you are not coming back. You better do what you to do and you better do it quickly.
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