This is our contribution to the final edition of the Session hosted by Stan Hieronymus: “Pick a beer for the end of a life, an end of a meal, an end of a day, an end of a relationship. So happy or sad, or something between. Write about the beer. Write about the aroma, the flavor, and write about what you feel when it is gone.”
Funeral beer is whatever beer they have on at the pub near the crematorium, or the social club in town.
That usually means big brand lager or smoothflow bitter. Auntie Joan on the sherry, let’s raise a whisky in memory, it’s what they would have wanted.
And, let’s face it, Guinness fits a funeral best of all, permanently dressed in that old black suit.
It feels as if Ireland owns funeral drinking in some sense born of stereotypes and heavy literature, so even if you aren’t even slightly Irish on your mother’s side, Guinness fits.
It is dark, slow, bitter.
And these days, a little sad, too.
A monochrome beer for a monochrome mood, sitting on your stomach like a raincloud.