Literally!
Yesterday, I attended yet another funeral. Funerals were, of course, traditionally sombre gatherings ... none more so than for members of the deceased's family.
Naturally, the older one grows ... the oftener one finds oneself paying one's last respects to people one has known well - or become acquainted with in various ways - over many decades.
And if there's one thing I've observed in recent times ... ... it's that there's an ever-increasing trend towards funereal jargon being couched in euphemistic language as "A Celebration of the Life of so 'n' so" - as an attempt, no doubt, to (not so much deny someone's sad passing ) but rather to assuage mourners' sense of grief on such solemn occasions.
And thus it was with Jack, yesterday.
91 years old ... he'd been a train driver, like his father before him.
RIP, Jack!