So the bunch of us who knew her from waaaay back ended up at Denny's in Emeryville, where we talked about the old days. We agreed we needed to have a wake at some point. A real wake. Or we'd never get a sense of closure. We know the church thing was what her husband wanted, but it just wasn't *her* in a lot of ways.
Me, I want folks hoisting libations in my honor, Celtic music, "Star of Wexford" expecially, and maybe some morbid victorian stuff because I like it. And people telling *stories.* I want to be *remembered,* not memorialized, and there's a big difference.