I disagree that “all Catholic funeral Masses are like that.”
That’s right. Some Catholic funeral Masses are celebrated with disregard for the rubrics… :sad_yes:
My copy of the “Order of Christian Funerals” at # 170 states “A member or a friend of the family may speak in remembrance of the deceased before the final commendation begins.”
The thing is, you’re missing part of the equation. At #169, the rite states “if the final commendation is to be celebrated at the place of committal, the procession to the place of committal (no. 176) begins following the prayer after communion.”
In other words, if all the funeral rites will end in church, then it’s possible to have a eulogy following the prayer after communion. Otherwise, if the commendation and committal will take place at the cemetery, then we skip directly to “in peace let us take our brother/sister to his/her place of rest.”
However, it is clear from the Rite that someone may, in fact, speak at the end of Mass before the Final Commendation.
But only in certain cases. If this has happened at “the majority of funerals [you] have attended”, does that mean that it’s happening illicitly?
The majority of funerals I have attended have included such a remembrance by a family member.
The problem with eulogies is that they run counter to the purposes of a funeral Mass. We’re there to pray for the dead and console the living. If the priest celebrant preaches well, then he leads the congregation to ponder the notion of ‘eternal life’, not the thought that ‘Grandma’s gone forever’. And then, a member of the family – usually untrained in public speaking, and usually without thorough formation in the Catholic faith – gets up. This family member is himself grieving for his loved one. And he gets up and changes the direction of the funeral 180º. His talk, reminiscing about the Christmas cookies Grandma baked, and how he’s gonna miss her, changes the mood from ‘eternal life’ to ‘gloom and doom.’ The family and friends weep. Worse yet, depending on the eulogist, we may hear how Grandma is now the butterfly who flits around us as we walk in the field, or how her spirit is now in the kitchen, baking eternal cookies for us. And then the entire congregation, red-eyed and tearful, leaves the Mass. Does that “console the living”? Hardly.
Not. Cool. And all of this is done in the name of ‘pastoral sensitivity’ and a sense that we’re just doing what is expected. Bleh.
