The funeral was beautiful, as much as one of them can be, anyway. My cousin A sang at the funeral and at the chapel in Cathedral. She was great. My brother, a few cousins and uncles were the pallbearers. Two of my cousins and I did the offerings and my brother and cousins J and K did readings. Cousin B gave the eulogy. They all did great. My uncle played guitar for A when she sang Danny Boy and Carolina Moon at the chapel. Then we went to the grave and I, of course, wanted to clean off Grandpa's. But I had to stop. I did help clean off my aunt and uncle's when we went to it with their children. I always do.
Stirna's was, of course, where we held the after-funeral brunch. It's where everyone holds them in North Scranton! Mrs. Gavin is really cool. She made sure the food was all GF (except for the lovely pastries and rolls, which I didn't touch).
Now the fun part is cleaning the house, sorting Grandma's things from ours and letting everybody make off with what they want to keep of hers. I'm currently making a calendar I intend to follow to get all of the cleaning done by Thanksgiving, which is when all the horse-trading is supposed to take place and still TRY to get NaNo and my required stitching done.
The weirdest thing of all was that last weekend there were FOUR deaths among my co-workers. One of my closer friends there lost his grandmother, as well. A cashier and one of the pharmacy ladies also lost relatives. Weird.