I absolutely detest funerals. NO ONE likes them but i dislike them not just for the obvious reason but because, for that few minutes/hours I am present, that neurological disorder that affects people with autism strikes me. Cruelly.
I avoid funerals at all cost.
It's that uneasiness, that inability to know how to react to the people around you. Do you smile and greet people whom you've not seen for ages? That would seem disrepectful.
Do you go to the direct family, affected by the loss, and tell them "I'm so sorry for you loss" or "I know it's a really difficult time for you" when that really isn't going to help AT ALL?
Maybe i'm un-feeling. Maybe it just hasn't hit close to home *knock on wood*
I hate funerals.
But i guess, as what William Shakespeare said,
" In time we hate that which we often fear"

My fear: Death.

You may be going on a right, distinguished and well-paved path. But the life you lead is just sad.
Plain sad.
I would rather be contented with what I have and am doing than to get my priorities all mangled up.
My deepest sympathy to you.

You know when u have a nagging question, and you finally ask it to the person and the person just talks about everthing else EXCEPT answer your question? now THAT'S annoying. Especially when you've asked it not once, or twice but THREE times, you just feel like screaming "stop avoiding the elephant in the freaking room you moron!"
and what's even worse is when they give a blow by blow account of every OTHER question that you've asked. Mega moron.