I was speechless.
I just turned around and stared at them, each in their turn.
It was like some bizarre and dark comedy skit.
I have been to some large family funerals, some bordering on Southern Gothic. All of us kids have decided that there will be no open mike at any time during the calling, the funeral or the meal afterward.
Because ... yeah. No. Just no.
Back to the original discussion ... I do like to think that when FIL passed the Lord came to him that night, took him by the hand and said “Eugene, rise and walk.” Because Dad had been unhappily wheelchair bound for the last couple of years. It was comforting to imagine him finally free and free of pain.