Not just old-school Italians. Irish, too. Wakes held at least an afternoon and a night, sometimes two. At home. Amid whiskey and plenty of food. Sometimes embalmed, sometimes not. Santorums’ child was indeed a member of the family who was brought home however briefly. Which tells me that he wasn’t detritus, wasn’t merely the “product of conception.” I see nothing but love here.
Yep. Scares the hell out of the enemy.