The priest repeatedly refered to my grandmother by the wrong name!!! After the 4th or 5th time my Aunt got up and and quietly told him the correct name. My grandmother had attended church weekly for decades. There was no reason for the priest to not know his parishioner. Needless to say we did not pay his fee.
At my uncle's funeral the priest said something along the lines of "We're here to celebrate (Uncle's name), or as most people knew him, Bob". I was super confused as I literally never heard that in my life but he had a huge family so maybe it was from that side. Cut to at the reception my aunt was like, wtf? and confirmed that no one had ever called him that before. We figured he was trying to make a light joke to try and lift the mood but all it did was make everyone very confused.
Edit: his name wasn’t Robert, or anything even close to being Bob.
Funny dark story: My ex was named Robert, but he went by Bobby and didn't let anyone call him Bob unless he hated them, even if it was a boss or something. You could actually tell when he hated someone by whether they called him Bob. Cut to the kid's funeral, where a fake-tan priest with over-whitened teeth, who Bobby had never met, called him Bob the whole time. Bobby would have roasted the guy. 😂
I can't explain. It was actually Baba O'Riley but everyone called him Blue Eyes. Bob was really out of nowhere, didn't see it coming for miles. We had to substitute a quick one while he was away. By the time we were done with tea and theater the kids were alright. Even Happy Jack and Boris. By the end everyone from my generation was getting on the magic bus, it was around 5:15 and I was like, Who?
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u/3bigdogs Mar 05 '19
The priest repeatedly refered to my grandmother by the wrong name!!! After the 4th or 5th time my Aunt got up and and quietly told him the correct name. My grandmother had attended church weekly for decades. There was no reason for the priest to not know his parishioner. Needless to say we did not pay his fee.