The day of my mother's funeral we had the requiem mass ("And the family picked out the readings!" exclaimed the priest), the service at the cemetery, and a family and friends get-together at my uncle's house. That evening, said uncle dropped by with a six-pack to "see how we were doing."

I don't know exactly what he expected to find, but he found us playing Yatzee.

Mom would have loved the look on his face, and I suspect she saw it.