the funeral

I went to my Nan's funeral yesterday.I haven't seen my Dad's side of the family for years on the whole (apart from my Nan obviously) 'cos they all live miles away from me-well I live miles away from where I was born now.
We all met at my aunts who was looking after her over the last year and it was like a cross between The Royle Family and Shameless,I know I sound like a snob saying that,but it just made me laugh 'cos I forgot that my Dads side of the family are like that.Think council estate,lots of gold jewellery and tattoos and you get the idea.The church was a nice old fashioned one with swinging incense and proper pews which was fitting,I'm really anti-religion but I do like old fashioned churches.I tried so hard not to cry but I did anyway-good job I thought to put on waterproof mascara.
After she was buried we went back to this really rough pub,and I had a chance to catch up with my cousins who I haven't seen for years-one of them has got 7 kids (!)and was at pains to let me know her kids were good because they hadn't been arrested,which shows how different we are and made me laugh.We got on well though and I was quite touched that they still accepted me,even though I was probably always the odd one out being very shy and not as close to the cousins.
I know I sound like an old lady saying it was a nice funeral,but it was.