I used to like “Ave Maria,” but I think I heard it in too many murder mysteries and I don’t like it any more. Please don’t sing it at my funeral. My hymn of preference is “It Is Well With My Soul.”
A while ago, when I checked FB, I had a message from the wife of one of my nephews. They’re come out here to get the rest of their stuff in storage and will be picking up the secretary desk and his bookcase, and I’ll give them a couple of my dad’s tempera paintings to take back to my sister. It’s the only thing she wanted after our Late Unreal Brother’s funeral.
I’ve had the stuff cluttering me up for a while, now... since the same peeps were here last year and expressed their desires to have said items!
At least I won’t have to move that stuff to AR with me.
We aim to please the decedent ;-). I’m not crazy about “Ave Maria,” myself.
It will be nice to move some things out.