Old Post Chapel was old; steam heat made me wish we'd held the funeral in the parking lot. Aunt Emily and Aunt Frances did the readings so I didn't have to; digex shot an assload of pictures, ditto; everybody thought the eulogy was awesome except me, because I wrote it and I know better. Interment followed, with rifle salute, brief prayer over the urn, and finally the actual interment of the urn in the crypt. Funny how the columbarium looks so much better approached from the west; it actually... read more
