I like funerals. I mean, I don't *really* like funerals. But I like the social events that surround them.

We were at the post-funeral party for my wife's uncle Sam, my

uncle-in-law. Sam was 91 when he died last week, while his

sister-in-law, Regina, on the right, is just a year younger. Sam's

long-time friend John, on the left, is a mere child, about ten years

younger again. I was the youngest at this table.