I'm afraid of monks
My mom passed away last month.
My father threw everything about the funeral, so I called the funeral director and worked as a mourner.
During a meeting with the funeral director, I was asked to call the monk at the temple to tell me when he would come to the funeral.
When I called the monk, he said, “I want to go to bed.”
My mother passed away this morning, so I was upset, and since I was discussing plans with the funeral director, I hung up the phone saying I would call them later, but I completely forgot to make the phone call.
Then, 2 to 3 hours later, the monk contacted me and made the monk angry.
I was asked if I would come to the temple tomorrow to think about my mother's name, but I got upset and told the monk that I was looking at it from above.
I told them I didn't have any money.
I called the monk because I had an errand, but he wasn't so sane, and he wasn't calm enough.
On the day of the funeral, I was in the waiting room and said, “Wait, I didn't get a phone call. I heard from myself, what is that attitude. This is the first time I haven't done a pilgrimage. “I was saying the most reasonable thing.
Today was my mother's 49th day.
I was asked to compose sutras, and I was listening to the story, but the monk didn't make eye contact with me.
When the story was over, the monk started getting angry like a blazing fire.
“Why didn't you bring the remains? This is the first time this has happened. ”
“Why aren't you here for the 49th meeting? I thought they wouldn't come today”
“This is the first time I haven't done a pillow job”
“Dad has atrophied and can't say anything to you”
“I only do what I want to do, causing trouble to others”
“On the day I asked if I should go to bed, I thought younger women were worried, and they said they were 36 years old! ”
“Do you know Dad is apologizing for what you did? ”
“At the time of the funeral, it was 60,000 with an offering of 50,000 yen, a meal of 5,000 yen, and a car fee of 5,000 yen, but 0 is not enough.”
I was told right in front of my relatives.
I couldn't say anything back because the monk said in a loud voice why why.
My parents' house will soon be full of graves.
I don't want to put my mother's remains there.
My bones are in my house.
Next year's one-week taboo, three-time taboo, seven-time taboo... it makes me feel heavy to think that I'll meet this monk every time.
