Ah, You’ve Met The Family Interrogator

(My grandma has recently passed away and family and friends have gathered for her funeral. I help carry my grandma’s coffin into the service along with my brother and two other cousins. Although it is a sad day, the service is wonderful and we go away feeling as if she would have approved. During the service I see a middle aged woman helping with the Eucharist part. During the wake I see her shooting me several funny looks. Just when I am walking over to talk to one of my cousins she suddenly stands in my way.)

Woman: *rudely* “Who are you?”

Me: “Err… excuse me?”

Woman: “You were carrying the coffin; who on earth are you?”

Me: “[My Name], I’m her grandson.”

Woman: “Which daughter is your mother?”

(She has a very cross look on her face as if I have done something terribly wrong.)

Me: “[Mum]. I’m her youngest son. Now, do you mind?”

(Quickly I dodged past her and proceeded to ignore her the rest of the wake. Later on, I asked my aunt who she was. She laughed and replied “She’s a weird woman, that one!” and proceeded to inform me she wasn’t well liked by the other church members due to her bizarre and rude behaviour. Thankfully this was a minor problem on an otherwise good day. Wish I could have heard what my grandma thought of her, though!)