Nothing can beat a good wake!

I went to a wake yesterday. An old friends da died after a long illness. Family was sad, but also relieved that any suffering was over. He had a good life.

It was really delightful to spend an evening telling stories, hearing stories, discovering all the ways that a hundred odd people were connected around the person. The sandwiches, beer and whiskey helped.

There were a good few non-Irish there who rolled with the idea, and weren't freaked out. Unlike my English sister in law, who thought my dad's wake was the weirdest thing that had happened in history.

This is something we should turn into a cultural export. Like the Irish Pub!