I remember feeling quite offended, yet not knowing what to say, when someone at my father's funeral (2008) asked how I was, and I said it was a sad time for me, and she replied, "But it's also a time to celebrate." I said I didn't feel like celebrating and her look said I had no faith.
Away with your blankety-blank celebrations! What is this insistence that you must always feel good and so must I, lest I bring you down? How narcissistic. Or is it that you simply cannot face death head on?
Let's really, honestly, look at what has happened here! Let's acknowledge that tragedy can and does happen. And let's respect a mourner's legitimate grief. Jesus wept when His friend died, and this was even though He knew He was about to resurrect Lazarus. As my friend Deb Dillon wrote on this same subject, alluding to the Book of Ecclesiastes, there is a time to laugh and there is a time to weep
The program at my father's funeral was titled, "A Celebration of the Life and Resurrection of _________”. I'll celebrate my Dad's resurrection, thank you, when it happens - on the Last Day. That's assuming he and I both do in fact find ourselves on the joyous side of that new life.