And on a more serious note, I don't know if I've talked lately about my dad, and after having had a fall being in rehab, then him trying being at home briefly and that not being manageable, so he'd been at a senior living care facility. This fall he was diagnosed with dementia, which was mostly him getting mixed up on what day it was, etc. It got worse in November and he started going down hill all of a sudden and passed away a couple of weeks ago. We had the visitation and funeral last week, and with a small family not too many there, but a number of people he'd worked with came which was nice.
One of his favorite movies was The Christmas Story, and the funeral home now has a third partner whose name is Flick. I said, isn't that the name of the red headed kid in the movie...? and everyone said/groaned, yeaahh... Then later I got a delivery of a box of perishable food items and when opening it a fragile sticker flittered off... I thought OK dad, Flick, fra-gi-le', I get it, I'll do something with the Christmas Story house ornaments... he would have appreciated the humor.