I found my father's funeral a comfort. He was 89, had a serious health condition and had become steadily more frail for a year, with no prospect of recovery or getting back to a fuller, more active life, and my Mum was worn out after months of being his sole carer. His death was therefore very sad but it was a comfort to think that it had been relatively quick and painless and a long slow decline at home would have been worse. I think this knowledge helped a lot. The funeral of someone younger who should have had many more years of life is always going to be terribly sad. My Dad's was more a chance to say goodbye and remember him.
We had immediate family only at the crematorium for a very simple service. I understand why some people go for direct cremation but I personally wanted to be there at the last, and I'm glad we did it that way, sad as it was. We had a beautiful arrangement of flowers on the coffin which we then took back to the island where Mum and Dad lived and put on a family grave, which is very near the plot where we knew Dad's ashes would be interred some months later. It's a very peaceful, quiet spot and I found it helpful to feel that family connection at the end of an emotional day.
The following day we had a memorial service at the church he and my Mum attended, which had been a big part of their lives. I wrote the eulogy which the lay preacher delivered and the hymns, music and readings were a mixture of my Dad's requests (he'd left a written note about this) and my Mum's choices. We had put a notice in the local paper advertising this service and it was well attended. My parents had moved to the island after retirement. We have strong family connections to it, but my brother and I had never lived there. It was explained to us that the custom there is for the immediate family to stand at the gate to the church and welcome the congregation. My Mum wasn't up to doing this physically or mentally, but my brother and I did it, and I found it extremely touching. We introduced ourselves where necessary and the people coming in told us how they knew Dad and said a few words.
At the end of the service there was a collection for the Scottish Air Ambulance which had taken Dad to hospital a couple of times. That raised a decent amount and was one of the positives I remember.
Afterwards we walked to a nearby pub where there were refreshments and we had put money behind the bar for those who wanted a drink. That was good - a lot of reminiscing and a chance to catch up with family who'd come from a distance to attend. Then we got Mum back to the house and a few family members came in for tea/coffee before heading for the ferry. It felt like a fitting send off.
We all have to find our own way through bereavement. There's no right or wrong approach.