I spent the afternoon at a funeral. It would have been a great party otherwise, which is exactly how his wife wanted it to be. His friends spoke and had everyone, including his broken-hearted wife, in tears of laughter. Those attending were asked to keep it casual and most did, with a lot of flip-flops and some tennis shoes moving tentatively among the headstones in the hot June wind.
A good party it would have been, except she goes home alone. And the rest of us, we try to help her in the only ways we know how.