We buried my Aunt yesterday. She married a rabid Irish Catholic so the service yesterday was very, very Catholic with all the trimmings.
All the priest could speak of was how she suffered like Jesus did (only she had cancer) and how she was the sacrificial mom, wife, and grandmother (7 kids, 18 grandkids, 1 great-grandkid).
It pissed me off that nothing was mentioned about what a great friend/Aunt/Sister, etc. that she was, how she worked for 24 years, her love of animals, how she took care of her dying father and mother when it was their time, or all the volunteer work she did for animal shelters. Nothing. And he didn't even talk about what a GOOD mother and wife she was. Just about the sacrifice. What a load of bullshit.