I just came home from a lovely (yes) funeral for my cousin ("second niece") Maire Kent. She got as beautiful a sendoff as anyone can ask and truly looked as if she do be but sleeping.
I am reminded now of something a dear friend of mine told me once of a trip she took to the Paris catacombs. After spending several hours looking at the skeletons of millions of dead Parisiens, she emerged again to the light... to find a sign over the exit. It read thus (in French of course):
"You have contemplated death long enough today.
Now go and contemplate life."
I think I shall. L'chiam, Maire. God be with you.