It was a good day

Well we had the farewell for Kuke. Surprisingly, I thought it went rather well. Afterwards my brother Don and I read his last "will and testament". By the time we got through we had everyone in stitches. Kuke left me his "kadillac". As it turned out that was the hat he was wearing. I was given it and will cherish it for the rest of my days. My sons helped me carry his casket and they gave me strength. It went as Kuke would have wanted it; filled with as much laughter as there were tears.