my dad was the one who couldn’t get over car prices.
He spent many years frozen in time as far as what he thought a decent car should cost.
I’m happy to see him soften his stance now and has recently bought some nifty new vehicles.
We didn’t have many children at my grandma’s wake.
I was the only one of my sisters at the time who had any - and she was still a baby then who had been left with her other grandma for the day.
I remember we had a good time, and that there were shots called “slippery nipples” involved.
We carried on like a bunch of drunken irish (which of course - we were!) and the restaurant was an irish establishment complete with live irish singer, who we accompanied - much to his delight I’m sure.
That was my mom, the one who thought prices shouldn’t increase. We called her the coupon queen.
“Slippery nipples” lol! Bailey’s and Sambuca? Not sure, I’d have to look it up but that’s what I recall.
Sounds like you celebrated your Grandma’s life as she wanted :) Gotta love the Irish. We joke in our family, the Italian side tends to be so somber and the Irish side knows how to just have fun, enjoy life.