I'm off to New Hampshire bright and early tomorrow. It's a big family thing. Graveside service, impromptu family reunion combo because we haven't seen everyone together in too long.

I am a little concerned about becoming known as the 'Auntie of Death', because let's see, the last time I was there was for...you guessed it, for another funeral.

I'm biting my tongue so hard not to speak ill of the dead and what an abusive, cheating asshole he was to my sister and who literally drank himself to death..

Ouch thad dinth worht vrry welh