When my grandfather died, I remember being at the funeral home with my family. I remember that a lot of people came to see us during the visitation time. My family and I were in the process of moving back to the West Tennessee area and we had the opportunity to see a lot of people that we hadn’t seen in a while. My children were very young at the time and everyone wanted to see them too. There wasn’t very much opportunity for me to spend much time alone with my mom. There was one occasion where I my mom and I were alone next to my grandfather’s casket. As we looked at him, I told my mom “He just doesn’t look like himself. He just doesn’t look right being here at the funeral home without food on his tie and his fly unzipped.” It seems like every time we were there, there was the same conversation between me and my six male cousins: “Ok, who’s going to tell granddad that his fly is unzipped THIS time?”