Well, I do remember a few.... all names have been changed....
1. At my grand father's funeral, the minister got his name wrong..... all through the service he referred to my Grandfather as "Gavin". my grand father's name was "Gleston". It wouldn't have been so bad, except the minister had known my grand father for 15 years, Grandpa was in church every Sunday. The minister also referred to my baby sister Kellie, who died at birth, as "His GrandSON, Kevin, and called my Aunt "Leola" "Linda" he had also known her for 15 years and she was the church secretary. But the worst for me was when he STOOD on Kellie's headstone to do the graveside service for Grandpa.
2. At my father's funeral, same church, same cemetery, new minister, and she was wonderful. My GrandMother asked me, as the oldest of Dad's children in attendance, if she could have my Dad's ring and watch before he was buried. I said, Of course.... she was his mother after all, and Dad was her first child, her favorite. The funeral Director informed me that "The widow" wanted my Dad buried with his ring and watch. The WIDOW hadn't even bothered to come to the funeral, so I replied, "She was his wife for 4 1/2 months, I've been his daughter for 38 years, so we're doing this MY way." One of my aunts got a bit upset, but I told her, "If Dad was alive and Grandma asked for his ring and watch, he'd take them off and give them to her, I say Grandma gets what will bring her comfort." (Besides which, my Grandma paid for everything.
When I returned home to Alaska I found out "The widow" had placed ads on the radio and in papers asking for donations to help her and "the 3 kids" to pay for the funeral. I called the local Sheriff and informed them that while my Dad had 4 living children, none of them were hers, and we were all responsible adults who didn't need charity, and besides, my Grandmother had paid for everything so "The Widow" didn't need any money to pay for anything. "The Widow" went to jail until my brother dropped the charges.
3. The day my Mom died, I had sat up all night the night before with her. We knew she was brain-dead and we knew the end was coming. MY brother, Husband, and I had just gotten home from the hospital when the phone rang. Thinking it was the funeral Home, or something important, I answered it. It was my husband's boss and he said he was retuning my husband's call, and did I know what husband had called about. I replied, "He probably wanted some time off because we just lost my mother." Boss replied.
"What does he need time off for that for, can't you handle it on your own?"
I handed the phone to Hubby and ran into the house crying. Two days later, I was quite rude to Boss. Hubby and I had stopped by his work for some paperwork.... don't remember what... and as we walked past Boss's office Boss called out, "Hey Pixie, how's your Mom doing?" I replied, "Still dead, thanks for asking." Then I walked outside and got in the truck to wait for Hubby, who showed up 30 seconds later! I never spoke to "Boss" again. A couple years later, he was "asked" to retire due to inappropriate behavior with women.
I am always cautious about telling the one about my Mom, I've been told too many times that I am too sensitive. I shouldn't have let those 2 comments bother me, and my grief was no excuse for being rude.