The funeral was Saturday. Joe had gone to talk to Lucy the Friday before Christmas to tell her the news. Of course she knew and all but wondered why he waited and never called. His excuse was that he was sick and all that. Yeah right. He could have freakin’ called at least. I mean this was her brother. He died that MONDAY. But after that, Lucy just decided to pay for the funeral and stuff because it needed to be done and Joe wasn’t going to do it.
My parents and brother went and they gave me the update. They said it was nice. They did the wake right before the funeral, as it was cheaper to do that. Joe did the readings and things, which was ok but blegh. He didn’t show up to the house afterward though, which was a good thing, as I don’t think it would have went well.
Our family does love to keep secrets. Mom talked to a cousin for a while and found out a lot of other stuff that the aunts and uncles didn’t want to let everyone know until, well, who knows. The idea is that no one wants to burden the family. Sigh. Go figure that.