And Mum just got off the phone with the funeral home. The service is on Saturday morning.
Grandma and Grandpa had this habit of going to all the funerals of the aged in town. An old person's death was a social event for them. I never went with them, but I can picture them standing there, solemnly having the time of thier lives in thier stiff clothes.
Now we're going to his funeral and it'll probably be the last time ever the Oates family gets together. And it'll be a typically dour occasion. I bet it'll be overcast and cold, even though it's summer.