They probably had an agreement to do something funny at each others funeral, whoever survived the other. Mission complete.
Or there was just no joke at all and the brother was so devastated by his twins death, that he considered his life wasted. Idk if that shit would have worked as a functional joke on kid me. They would have to look exactly the same with facial hair and all for this to work on a kid.
Twins can be very close, especially as a kid with no concept of twins or sense to pick out distinctive details.
My father has a twin brother who lives far away, with the most obvious difference between them that my father generally keeps a beard. One night, when my Dad shaved and came to tuck me into bed, he was met with an “Uncle so and so, when did you get here?”.
Of course now as an adult, I’d be able to tell them apart no problem, even if they did dress and style the same. I’ve observed their mannerisms and minor cosmetic marks with a keener eye as an adult. But as a young kid who couldn’t even clearly tell his own father from his twin, I find a kid being unable to recognize a chance encounter he wasn’t expecting very believable.
You say that but people mistake my dad and his twin brother and they look nothing alike. lol
If you and your identical twin relished pranking people by swapping places while you were both alive, then you’d sort of need to say goodbye with one last prank.
Twins are freaky when they’re both alive. Though they’re especially off-putting when they’re at the other’s funeral.
Noted.
If I had a way to label users in Lemmy I’d label you Littlefinger
why are open casket funerals even a thing?
Why do we hide from death so much?
a closed casket funeral isn’t hiding from death… it’s respecting the final rest of a loved one instead of pumping them full of formaldehyde, doing shittons of makeup, and pinning their jaw shut so they don’t look like a corpse. the final face one makes in death is a grotesque one, i’ve seen it firsthand. a funeral is a peaceful send-off, not a peep show.
I’ve lost three grandparents, and here, our approach to death is different from the West. We don’t prepare the bodies extensively, just keep them cool. For the funeral, they’re wrapped in a white cloth, laid on a bed at home where ‘guests’ pay their respects. Then we carry them to the grave, where we place them directly into the earth, without a casket. Just the white cloth. I’ve been 6 feet deep in my grandparents grave putting down their bodies, was the last person to see their eyes.
Seeing the dead isn’t disrespectful; it acknowledges mortality without layers of abstraction. Cultures vary widely in their views on death, and that’s okay. But I find value in an approach that doesn’t hide death behind closed doors, whether in slaughterhouses, funeral homes, or distant graveyards.
There’s nothing to hide. Being able to see the dead doesn’t make it less respectful. Don’t see death with a strict sense of morality. Every culture has very different views on death. And even the same cultures over time vary in beliefs.
I have far too many opinions on this lol and I’ll spare you any more of my rambling.
My father-in-law had a brother who looked just like him. His brother was, of course, at his funeral.
My young daughtern did not know that grampop had a brother who looked like him.
She told us afterwards that she was freaked out by this at his funeral.
