I did this once, accidentally. I am in a group of moms that periodically attends Daily Mass together at different parishes, and one day that I went it was a funeral. At first I felt very awkward, but we decided to stay and I’m glad we did - it was the five or so of us, our kids, a couple other daily Mass-goers, and then the deceased’s three children. That’s all. I really felt for that family.
As someone who’s loved one’s funeral had only a scant few in attendance I can say that having those people who did not know them come and help us was very touching. I’ll always remember it because they did not have to come and I’m certain it was uncomfortable for them to come to the funeral.
It feels like support, even if you know they did not know the deceased, and furthermore knowing that they decided to spend their time going to a funeral of all things was especially touching. No one wakes up one day and says “hey, I know! I’ll go hang out at a funeral of someone I don’t know!” Funerals are not ‘fun’. They are depressing and a creepy (just speaking the truth of typical human feelings here) No one really wants to be in the presence of death -being reminded of its existence works against all human egos (as the Bible puts it “the flesh”). When people come and show support- whether they were best friends, acquaintances, long lost friends, or even people who did not know them- having that support transcends the finality of death that we are all naturally grieved and frightened over. It brings
hope warmth and light to that feeling of permanence, separation, loss, fear and grief. Showing faith in moments like that IS what our faith is all about in all situations. It is said that a three ply cord is not easily broken. Imagine what little the darkness can do to a 100 ply cord, or a 1,000, or a 10,000 ply cord? This is why we gather together. And why people should go if they get the chance too!
For someone to come and help the mourning and take that time out to show respect for the deceased- even if they don’t know them- is as uplifting (if not more so than) as that person that you walked by on the street who acknowledged your existence and worth with a bright smile and friendly greeting. Its a very warm gesture that I think all of us wish we would have more often.
So, yeah, its a God send to have respectful mourners.