This evening Mr. big food and I attended a funeral service for the sister of one of John’s colleagues.
It’s not clear to me why funerals have been renamed “Memorial Services” but I knew one of the three songs and was able to sing along to the others.
I had sympathy for the Preacher Man. We know him. He did not know Katie, personally.
It cannot be easy, being a Preacher Man asked to …
But he did a good job.
He incorporated all of the right good & evil elements, chalked Katie’s downfall to disease, and promoted forgiveness.
There was also a tear-jerking dog story.