Well, all the death business is over and I have returned home. It was rather trying for me. The Lianezes are very friendly folks; I have yet to meet a hostile or indifferent person among them. But the fact is, Michael and his parents excepted, I know them only by sight and/or by name or not at all. I felt out of place. I had never been to a Catholic funeral mass either, though it was easy enough to just stand when everyone stood, sit when they sat, and bow my head silently when they prayed.
I look forward to rolling up my shirtsleeves and getting back to work.