Wake

I'm on my way to a wake for a dear friend of DH's.  He had an incurable form of MDS, the original thing DH had, but was thankfully cured of.  Bill contracted pneumonia last week and was gone within 2 days.  He had the most amazing outlook, he was super sweet, and fun to talk to, and he and DH bonded over their mutual experiences. They were each other's cheerleaders. 

This particular wake is being held in the favorite local watering hole, where most of us met Bill.  Any Friday he was able, he'd be there visiting, catching up, sharing a pint.  The normal thing one does whilst living your life.   DH had been really upset he couldn't go to the bar on Friday to show Bill how well he was recovering from his latest surgery, and hear about how the latest experimental drug was working.  Then we found out yesterday that Bill wouldn't have been there anyway.

Unfortunately, I'm afraid the wake will also be a sort of gauntlet for us, and I'm betting I'll be able to put together a bingo card when I get back.  It's half constructed in my head already, and I've got a feeling I'm likely to go off on one or two people whom I already KNOW will say something so wildly inappropriate that the only reasonable response will be screaming in their faces.  So I'm not really off to a good start.  Also, I haven't had any alcohol since Thursday, due to a mystery bug that hit me Friday. I'm not sure if it would be better to stay sober(ish) or tie one on if things get wonky.