I have been to some large family funerals, some bordering on Southern Gothic. All of us kids have decided that there will be no open mike at any time during the calling, the funeral or the meal afterward.
Because ... yeah. No. Just no.
Back to the original discussion ... I do like to think that when FIL passed the Lord came to him that night, took him by the hand and said “Eugene, rise and walk.” Because Dad had been unhappily wheelchair bound for the last couple of years. It was comforting to imagine him finally free and free of pain.
I hope my dad got his mountain back.
My mom and sister tormented him into selling it and he constantly told me he wished he had never done so.
Without that cabin and land to tend, he was broken and just seemed to fade.
The constant work that kept him strong was gone and his last months were nothing but pain.