Too Many Funerals

I have apparently reached a certain age, an age where friends are dying at a faster than normal rate. Folks, please give it a rest, at least for a few months.

I went to another funeral this afternoon—a service for a distinguished architect and artist, justice warrior, loving mother and wife, giver of back rubs, aficionado of song and dance, exemplary member of the Church of the Two Holy Herasies. Ortrude, this song is for you.