My mother left strict instructions there was to be no drink in the house (long story) , weād a path wore to the shed, took the women a while to figure out what was going on.
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There is a great play / sitcom on an Irish funeral to be written yet . Some good stuff here as material .
My missus grandmother insisted on a dry funeral as well, before my time but apparently a few lads got rotten at her husbands funeral and she said it wasnāt to happen at hers. They stuck to their word so much we couldnāt even have a pint after the meal. A long day that one.
Something similar, didnāt insist on a dry funeral but just didnāt want drinking in the house from a previous experience.
I ended up with gout after her passing and funeral!!!
Then youāve got the modern day keener. Fuck me lads but Iāve an aunt and sheās the most miserable oul fuckin bag you could ever come across at the best of times. But she really powers into her own in times of misery and sadness. We had a very sudden bereavement in the extended family lately. Heavy stuff now in fairness and very sad. All the cousins and uncles and aunts etc were together and around the home house for a few days. As you can imagine there were plenty of stories and light hearted moments and laughing etc at times, even by the immediate family who were clearly delighted with the distractions and getting their mind away from what had been a fairly exhausting and upsetting experience in losing their loved one.
The aunt was seething. She was having none of it (She didnāt even get on well with her in law, the deceased, who was a lovely person) All dressed in black, sitting in the corner wringing her hands with a permanent look of needing to go to the toilet. Every attempt at conversation met with an automated āHah, tis awful idnt it. Awful. Desperate now. Desperate altogetherā The face on her would rust a bucket, misery personified. The deceasedās son told her to ācheer upā at one stage!
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My auld fella and yours would get on like a house on fire
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Iād had a bit too much to drink at my grandmotherās funeral and called a few of these cunts out many years ago. It was completely out of character for me and I probably went a bit too far. My cousins were trying to calm me down and I felt so stupid about it for so long but hearing these stories has given me some level of vindication
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My auld fella lived and worked in South Kilkenny for almost two decades
Gas!
Even in death she was trying to keep the reigns on people.
āIām about to die here but the main thing is to prevent what happened previously with drink at my funeral!ā
Sure wasnāt I born there myself 
Heās one of our own, heās one of our oooooowwwwwwnnnnnn, @caulifloweredneanderthal, heās one of our ownā¦
Have we had this conversation before, bit of Deja Vu about it?
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We may have. Spent the first few years of my life in Mooncoin. The father lived there for about 15/16 years I think. Was in Waterford town/city as well, and spent a bit of time living in Freshford.
PS Fuck Kilkenny
Iām sure our paths crossed so 
the cut of some of these fuckers at the karl sheils funeral
@Fagan_ODowd was right, dress as a sign of respect.
I saw the same article myself and thought the same thing. Bozos
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Good Ulster surname.
Did you really need someone else to tell you to dress as a sign of respect? Itās pretty obvious.