It was pretty interesting. The cathedral was echo-y, but having grown up Episcopalian--"almost as good" as being Catholic, according to a Wisconsin priest I met on the Pyramid of the Sun--I had enough context for my Spanish to fill in the blanks and follow the service. The casket was open and laid along the axis of the nave, with a sign made of carnations (I think) saying in Spanish, "Goodbye, Friend." Apparently another custom is to bring a special kind of flower arrangement and lay them all in a line down the center aisle from the casket, which is pretty striking when you walk in. (I really wanted a picture, but my mother raised me right, so, no.) After the service, the mountains of flowers go to the cemetery to be put on the grave.
Another thing I noticed is how fast the funeral happened: Gladys's sister died around dawn on Monday morning, and the funeral was at 1pm Tuesday. In the States it takes 3 days just to tell everyone, and whatever other complications with undertakers and churches and cemeteries. (Luckily I haven't had to deal with it yet, but I understand it's a royal pain.) My grandmother's funeral was a week or so after she died, I assume to give everyone a chance to get to Long Island from our various far-away homes. Here, families tend to stay close geographically as well as emotionally, so I suppose it's easier to get everyone together quickly.
It seemed to mean a lot that I went, so I'm glad I did.
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