My wife’s favourite aunt’s funeral was yesterday. She lived to be ninety-nine. She was born in November of 1919.
Her youngest brother just told her about it via E-mail. The overwhelming majority of her family disowned her many years ago because she is an atheist.
We went to one of her brother’s funeral many years ago, where my wife got the ubiquitous question from her preacher brother “what church do you go to” and my wife answered him honestly.
The funeral turned into a very ugly scene for us, and we left prior to the start of the service. (That was my only introduction to her family other than her younger brother.)