200 People Show Up To Cathy Seipp’s Funeral Friday Morning

[...] Our friend Robert reports on what sounds like a moving service and burial. Luke has audio from the eulogies (it’s a WAV, and not the best quality – could one of the sound file experts out there clean it up, possibly? Thank you, Luke, for thinking to take your tape recorder.). [...]

Is that the voice of Emmanuel Richard I hear, chastising you for taking videos of Cathy’s final resting place while you giggle “what a shock”?

I predict that Cathy’s departure from the scene will have a substantial destabilizing effect on Luke, possibly leading him to counter same through matrimony.

Yes it’s Emma

Oddly enough, being amused at finally getting to see the Serial Killer Van ™, I took a picture of you filming the site. I’ll post it later. Didn’t get many pics because we didn’t want to be obtrusive.

I remembered why I don’t comment more…. I hate Typepad. But I figured it out.

[...] I gave myself Thursday to mope and make myself sick with tears, telling myself that from Friday onwards, I’d be constructive and productive while keeping Cathy’s family and other friends in my thoughts. And that is pretty much what I did today. But there are two things which I have found sort of heartbreaking upon my return home tonight: Maia’s post about her mother’s funeral (what a courageous, wise soul she is), and the pictures of Cathy with baby Maia which Luke has linked here. (The shaky video he made on the drive through the cemetery just filled me with a stronger anger and sense of injustice over her death than I have felt all week. It’s a beautiful place, it was a sunny day, and she should have been here to bask in it.) Cathy looks so much like Maia in this photo, and Maia so tiny, that it just plain hurts to look at what is really a very beautiful image. [...]

From a stranger

I’ve been depressed about Cathy Seipp’s death the last few days and I didn’t even read her blog. I first heard that she was sick when Kevin V posted about it on bloggie a few days ago and her name…

Now thet the truth about Cathy Seipp is finally coming out, let me add my two cents. Cathy failed to get me any of the jobs at Disney I secretly wanted you to ask her to swing my way. In fact, I didn’t even get an interview out of my relationship with her (through you, as in fact Cathy barely knew who I was), with the result that I never developed the juice necessary to ask ******* [Chaim mentions someone not known to any of my or Cathy's readers] out on a date or to be my wife. Moreover, none of her snooty blogger friends was ever willing to recognize in me the hidden genius that I possess, preferrring instead to engage in their onanistic blogger logrolling. And while I am at it, what has Luke Ford ever done for Chaim Amalek, eh?

There is much more for me to write here on this score, but I have run out of Frito Lay chips, Beef Jerkey and butter.

Hey, this post grew.

Does that mean Michelle is ‘a relative’, posting on Cathy’s, then?

I’d imagine if my mother, who Cathy reminded me of (not necessarily obliquely comparing myself to Maia here, I completely mean that my mother and Cathy seem very similar in the bad and good)

…if (well, when, really) my mother passes on, I bet the many people she has gored and run over will have a lot of mean things to say about her. Much of it will be deserved, even.

Hell, I’d probably have the most to say about anybody. But I think I personally would rather just let things lie and not bring them all up again.

But I s’pose I read Luke’s work for that very reason, the drudging things up.

Still, I’m incredibly torn about the timing on all this. I mean, it actually is interesting to me to hear more about Cathy’s Bad Sides, since I feel like I’m getting a better picture of her.

Certainly she, like 99.99% of the people, let alone Tough Media People, was no saint. But maybe leaving the legend intact a bit longer, while people are grieving, would be better? I dunno. I would strongly think so, but then I’m just some guy whose ADD let him click over to blogs and comment quickly.

I am loath to give you the attention you crave, Luke, but: If this is the kind of cruelty you come out with against someone you call your “best friend” before her body is even cold, I’d hate to see what you do to your enemies. Or is it that you only really feel comfortable taking what you know to be unfair potshots against dead women? Do you care how Maia feels about you giving voice to Eliot Stein’s propaganda against her and her mother? Do you think it’s hard-hitting journalism to trash a woman who isn’t alive to defend herself?

Luke, you’ve told the world many times that you always hurt the ones you love, but I never believed you could be so vicious towards a woman who did so much to try to legitimize you.

Jackie, Treacher recently said LA isn’t the global nexus of blogging that it claims to be, but the development of the blog scene here circa 2000 has been the most exciting development I’ve seen in this media capital since arriving in 1989. One charm of this trend is that it’s inherently experimental… Because its authors have experimental personalities. Luke is not like other people you might have in your life for other purposes. But neither is Treacher, or Alkon, or Reynolds or Danicki or Seipp.

She knew what he was about and chose him for a friend, often reporting on their times together on her own page. One reason we liked Cathy (and other local bloggers) so much was that her writing often concerned personal boundaries. The fact that other people couldn’t predict those boundaries made those people describe as her difficult. This was foolish of them. Cathy Seipp knew what –and who– she liked.

Luke’s additional comments are strange. But here’s a rule that you can take to the bank: WHENEVER SOMEBODY DIES, SOMEBODY ELSE SAYS SOMETHING STRANGE. I think this caused by the loss of a spirit, which sort of rattles the spirits of those nearby. Human spirits are not rational things anyway.

And let’s be blunt, we’re talking about Luke Ford here. If you’re the sort of person who easily takes offense, or dislikes the unusual, you have no business loading this page.

But if you’re the sort who thinks the dead watch over us silently, be confident that she’s forgiven any infraction, or will do so within what Luke says are the customary two weeks.

The daughter, however, may hold a grudge for awhile….

OK, it would be really silly to take a rule to the bank. But you know what i meant.

Well, that was a joke, but it’s one of those jokes that might kinda sorta have a tiny grain of truth in it.