Mr. Kuus just e-mailed me saying that there's a mass in honor of his grandmother (sort of, I guess they name her in the list of the faithful departed at, you know, the point where they do that sort of thing) on Sunday. His aunts on that side are full-on Catholic, and go to church weekly, and they want everyone to go.
I am firmly anti-religion, as you know. I don't go to church. I don't want to go to church. I especially don't want to go and squirm and sit through the motions of a religion that feels hideously wrong to me like I had to for the first 18 years of my life. And seeing as the woman has been dead for the past 20 years, I don't necessarily feel the need to go and support people in their grief. And frankly, I can think of better ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Mr. Kuus isn't a fan of churchy stuff either, but he looooves going through the showy motions of family togetherness and support and tradition. He wants to go, and he wants to convince everyone to go to the cemetery afterward and visit all the graves of all the people on that side of the family who have died since coming to this country (yeah, his Death Candle bloodlines are showing).
I don't really have any good reason to say no to this other than "I don't want to and I think you're a weirdo for wanting to." Tell me I'm an assh*le, or not.
