It took place at Our Lady of the Angels Cathedral in Los Angeles on Tuesday, and seemed to represent everything about Farrah Fawcett, and the Catholic imagination–if you can imagine that combo. I can, or I would like to.

For one thing, there was the funeral program–at right–with a cover I’d like to have for my sendoff: it’d draw a lot more people.

On the inside cover was a poem by James Joyce, “At That Hour”, which concludes:

“Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,
Whose way in heaven is aglow
At that hour when soft lights come and go,
Soft sweet music in the air above
And in the earth below.”

A bagpiper in a kilt played “Amazing Grace” and the stars turned out: Joan Collins, Tatum O’Neal, Marla Maples, and Charlie’s Angels costar Kate Jackson turned out, according to PEOPLE magazine. The LATimes also spotted Jaclyn Smith and Cheryl Ladd (who replaced Fawcett on 70s show), and Fawcett’s ex Lee Majors, of “The Six-Million Dollar Man” fame) with whom she reconnected with recently after two decades.

Her elderly father was there. Her longtime partner, Ryan O’Neal was a pallbearer and their 24-year-old son, Redmond, was allowed out of jail (he has a drug problem) to bear the casket as well.

He apparently “sat in the cathedral flanked by two sheriff’s deputies.” And he did the first reading, Lamentations 3:17-26:

My soul is deprived of peace, I have forgotten what happiness is;

I tell myself my future is lost, all that I hoped for from the LORD.

The thought of my homeless poverty is wormwood and gall;

Remembering it over and over leaves my soul downcast within me.

But I will call this to mind, as my reason to have hope:

The favors of the LORD are not exhausted, his mercies are not spent;

They are renewed each morning, so great is his faithfulness.

My portion is the LORD, says my soul; therefore will I hope in him.

Good is the LORD to one who waits for him, to the soul that seeks him;

It is good to hope in silence for the saving help of the LORD.

 

Ryan O’Neal read Wisdom 3:1-9:

 

But the souls of the just are in the hand of God, and no torment shall touch them. They seemed, in the view of the foolish, to be dead; and their passing away was thought an affliction and their going forth from us, utter destruction. But they are in peace.

For if before men, indeed, they be punished, yet is their hope full of immortality;

No mention of the celebrant or his homily–but I guess that’s Hollywood.