I stopped attending weddings, funerals, etc. of relatives even before converting in 2005. They are exercises in futility. The weddings require me to purchase clothing and gifts I can't afford. And in all but one case, the weddings I did attend were followed by a divorce or break-up. The last n.o. funeral I went to, 1990, I left during the "sermon." A lady deaconess, as she called herself, went on and on about the deceased's wonderful life and how he was in heaven. She'd seen him for the first time at the wake the night before, and was being PAID to eulogize him. The sad facts were that the man lived a less than wonderful life, had no use for God and His Church, deserted his legitimate wife and children, and was highly unlikely to have been in heaven. I told others I felt ill--true--went to the restroom and went directly home. The way I see it, if the person or persons getting married or buried have no contact with me normally, I see no "grave reason" to be present. Over the last two decades, my family has scattered, haven't married, haven't had children, or have had children outside marriage. The "children" don't care about me. Their "children" don't know I exist. The quotation marks refer to adult-children. These days, if I find out about a marriage, birth or death, it is usually months or even years after the fact. Depending upon whom or what, I might send a card. Kind of sad, isn't it? For myself, I'm unlikely to marry. If I do, I'll be satisfied with my husband, two witnesses and the priest. I really don't care who attends my funeral, so long as I have a Mass and am buried, not burned up or freeze-dried! If the priest himself buries me in some secret location, that'll be fine. God knows where to find me. The state of my soul is much more important than who comes to my see my corpse.
"Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlammented, let me die.
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie." ~Alexander Pope, 'Ode on Solitude'