Seriously, Selfies at Funerals? What Fresh Hell Is This?

Seriously, Selfies at Funerals? What Fresh Hell Is This? #

Look. I get it. We document everything. Brunch? Snap. New haircut? Filter. Stubbed toe? Story it.

But a funeral?

Are we really this far gone? Have our collective attention spans and desperate need for validation truly eroded basic human decency to this degree?

Someone is dead. People are actively grieving, shattered, trying to hold themselves together in a space meant for mourning and remembrance. And your first instinct is to whip out your phone, angle it just right, maybe throw in a duck face or a peace sign next to the casket? “RIP Grandma, gonna miss u 💔 #funeralvibes #sadday”

No. Just… no.

What possible justification exists? “Aunt Helen would have wanted me to look cute!” Unlikely. “I need to remember this moment!” Trust me, the crushing weight of grief and the quiet dignity of shared sorrow will imprint itself without needing your best side lit by the chapel’s stained glass.

It’s not about remembering the deceased; it’s screaming “LOOK AT ME!” during the one time, the one sacred time, where the focus absolutely, unequivocally, should not be on you. It’s peak self-absorption wrapped in the thinnest veneer of sentimentality.

It’s disrespectful. It’s crass. It’s a fundamental failure to grasp the gravity of the occasion. Put. The. Phone. Down. Be present. Feel the actual, uncomfortable feelings. Offer comfort. Or just sit quietly.

Seriously. Funerals are for grieving, not for your damn feed. Have some respect.