Recently the JW mom of an exjw friend died. I knew her as we were all in the same congregation. I like and respect both of my friend's parents and his siblings. His brother (is still very much a JW too) used to be my friend.
I went to the condolence 'meeting' at the funeral home on Monday evening. And I went to the KH propaganda talk on Wednesday.
Yes, I very much dislike that propaganda talk. Yet there are quite a few reasons for me to go anyway:
- Support my exjw friend, who would be in the KH with his pimi wife and family.
- Support my pimi wife.
- Show the JW I know I'm not miserable nor afraid of them.
As expected the talk sucked. I'm happy the deceased had arranged for her actual funeral to be a friends and family only private event outside the kh, where friends and children spoke about personal memories.
Even my wife thought the talk was just an impersonal advertisement that wasn't fitting the deceased, nor the partly nonjw audience.
I stayed in the KH quite long afterwards. Some people came to me to chat (I was pinned down by a sleeping daughter). Some people notably didn't. Some did that strange hug that means "my JW brainwashed conscience doesn't allow me to actually speak to you, but my humanity compels me do do something loving and acknowledge you anyway".
Anyway my exjw friend very much appreciated me being there, and that's most important to me.
Oh, and I accidentally poured coffee on a chair in the auditorium. Oops.