My Uncle Bob's wake was a hoot!
Everybody got shitfaced at the Oakmont Country Club in Glendale, including Father Jack. We got to visit with out-of-town relatives we haven't seen in years. Also, very nice funeral and burial services, very emotional. Mrs. Raptor and I, my cousin Anne and her husband Rob, my cousin Vince and his wife Anne, and my cousin Roberta and her husband Patrick (who's an asshole) all got married the same summer, right after the formation of the League of Nations after World War I.
When I go I definitely want a wake. I don't think of myself as a somber person and I would hope those that befriend me in this lifetime would do me the honor of celebrating my life rather than simply mourning my passing.







