Funerals...

...turn surprisingly different after one has watched Six Feet Under.

One...or at least this One...spends much of the time eyeing the shiny casket and wondering what brand name it has. One also spends some time wondering if one's grandmother has been beautified even though it is not an open viewing. I do know she was wearing a lovely suit beneath the closed lid.

One also eyes the undertaker with curiosity. Our undertaker was no Nathaniel or David or Rico. He did, however, wear a black top hat and ride a Harley.

One also finds it a ttch odd when the deceased's name is thine own. Tis rather like attending my own funeral in advance.

There was a blanket of pick roses over the casket...and hydrangea.