THe funeral was Friday, and there was a 70 odd km drive from the church to the crematorium. As the funeral was for 12 midday, the eldest son demolished 3 sandwiches beforehand "as there'll be nothing before 4 o'clock".
As we drove through town, he left his mother's funeral procession to get McDonalds.
He's the one who's "down to 112kg" at 5' 7".
Anyway, the day went well (a piper playing "amazing grace" as you leave the church is both stirring and sad), and the people who care are putting their memories in order.