1. Luckily, the sun is shining. A clear blue sky helps to soothe sad souls. Perhaps it doesn't offer complete comfort, but on a funeral morning, and even more so at a winter burial, it's a relief to have no rain, no fog, no added inclement weather to drag you into treacherous nostalgia. Behind a secular altar, with the Collserola forests as a backdrop, the friends speak first. They are the group, immune to the bombshell that is the passage of time. They had met at school and continued seeing each other, with a schedule and enthusiasm, until a week before, when they had all sat down together at the best restaurant in Bellaterra. They recount anecdotes of meals, cigars, rum cigarettes, and trips to Colombia that make us feel as if we had been there ourselves. Lluís Llach's music begins, and the six siblings—three boys and three girls—appear on stage. Sixty-three years is too short a time to die, but it's a long time to live together, to know your brother better than anyone else, through every stage of life. Their memories sway between humor and a newly discovered nostalgia that hurts as much as a new pair of shoes. They tell you what a mischievous boy he was, and those who knew him later in life, in his professional affability, laugh. They confess they're astonished by the media's praise in the news reports about his death. And even more so in newspaper obituaries. They suspected he was doing well at work, but not this well, or not so well recognized. The six of them embrace in an elegant dance of brotherhood, and more notes of Lluís Llach play while, on the screen, slender photographs, from here and there, capture scattered moments of happiness. "I didn't know he was so handsome," a cousin sitting next to her tells me. We began a pointless, hushed debate that abruptly ended. Suddenly, the thickest silence fell over the oratory. Behind the secular altar of the ceremony stood the only two people in the room who didn't call him by his name. They called him "Papa." His two children, the older and the younger, spoke hand in hand. They weren't even thirty yet, and their memories, like brushstrokes, were piling up, moments they felt compelled to share. Trips, laughter, their unique way of gazing at the sea from Menorca, or of cooking spicy paellas for large groups. And, above all, their love for their mother, the story they had built together in Sabadell. The emotion reached the back rows, those of friends, acquaintances, and colleagues. Someone felt a wave of emotion wash over them, another sniffled discreetly, and when a tear was glimpsed, a hand on the shoulder was appreciated, no matter where it came from. Every sentence spoken by the son exploded, like a hand grenade, in someone's heart. Not all emotions erupt at the same moment. Feelings often explode when you least expect them. Sometimes the trigger is a word, a memory, a sudden emotion that has taken a shortcut. The widow doesn't speak. Neither does Mom. Too much grief. It's not the way of life, saying goodbye to a child. And it sounds Crazy about you...the anthem we've made our own for every expression of love. How lucky I was to do it alone. And what a shame I didn't get to try your shrimp pan.

HeHail Mary by Schubert and The song of the birds The most requested musical pieces for funerals in Catalonia are those by Pau Casals, according to a list compiled by Àltima—which manages 43 funeral homes, 14 crematoriums, and 19 cemeteries across the country. The ranking continues with A kiss and a flower, by Nino Bravo; Words of love, by Joan Manuel Serrat, and the Virolaiby Josep Rodoreda. Among the top 10 most requested songs, there is one in English (My Way, by Frank Sinatra, in ninth position) and two in Spanish (MediterraneanSerrat's song in issue number 6, and Hail Rociera, by Manuel Pareja-Obregón in 8th place). The tenth position is for theAdagio in B minor, by Albinoni. The list was compiled from the more than 16,000 funeral services performed throughout 2025 at the company's facilities.

In just a few hours, the focus has shifted from Mazón to Pedro Sánchez. Mazón's political career, and surely his personal one as well, died yesterday, live on air. section on greeting the victims alongside the King and Queen of Spain and insulted by the victims, who They called him everything from "rat" to worse.

At the end of the Pope's funeral, journalist Jordi Llisterri congratulated TV3 for "the sobriety and dignity of the broadcast," lamenting that there are times when these kinds of events are portrayed as if they were football matches. The adjectives fit what we saw. Carles Costa divided the table among the experts at the table: the in-house journalist Mireia Prats and Francesc Romeu, a journalist and priest, a frequent contributor on ecclesiastical matters. As has been common since Francis's death, at times the reporting and analysis eventually drifted into an evangelical emotionalism that somewhat lost its detachment. From Rome, Xavi Coral and Ferran Moreno completed the look at a monumental and sumptuous staging. Despite Pope Francis's desire to tone down the Vatican parade and the journalistic inertia of talking about simplicity, the spectacle was majestic and theatrical. The geometric shapes drawn by the orderly crowd of mourners, the architectural design of Sant Pere Square, the uniform chromatic zones created by the religious attire, and the epic visual narrative of the drones and overhead cameras made it inevitable to think of the cinematic influence of Leni Riefen.

If there's one thing the Catholic Church knows how to do very well, it's powerfully convey power and authority through clothing. Good designs are those that don't need to change over time and, therefore, become timeless. In their case, they wear clothing that dates back to the medieval period and has survived with few variations to the present day. This explains why garments like the cassock are considered a suit, since, at the time their dress code was established, men didn't yet wear trousers. Clothing that is based on formal simplicity to reinforce the idea of a supposed renunciation of material goods. which falls to pieces when you see displays like today's, where the Church displays the tentacles of its power like a peacock.

It is not the Catholic Church or the Vatican that paid for Pope Francis's funeral, but rather an anonymous benefactor. The funds for my burial will be covered by the amount provided by the benefactor. I have provided the relevant instructions to Rolandas Makrickas, Extraordinary Commissioner of the Liberian Chapter," the Pope stated in his will. The donation has already been made. Payment was made directly at the Basilica of St. Mary Major and under the supervision of Archbishop Makrickas.

This Saturday, St. Peter's Square in the Vatican will witness the funeral of Pope Francis. The death of Jorge Mario Bergoglio last Easter Monday opens a series of unknowns, Among them will be those who will attend the Pope's funeral. The ceremony is scheduled for April 26 at 10 a.m., after the coffin has spent three days in a chapel of rest. Once the ceremony is over, the Pope's body will be transferred to the Basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore for burial. his grave.

The loss of a family member is a moment that tears at the seams and shakes internal structures. Even if the situation is disturbing or uncomfortable, children and adolescents need to find answers to their concerns about death. In the family, it's time for conversation: to bring out the beliefs we hold and to talk about it in a balanced and open way. Has grandparent gone to heaven? Or does life just end? What we do and say will largely determine how children—and, in turn, we—go through this grieving process. Will seeing the lifeless body help them realize that grandparent will never be there again? These and other questions about how children and young people experience death are answered by Marta Butjosa, educator and therapist.