My husband Jack is one third Irish, one third German and half drunk.
When his mother died I was upset at the wake so I walked outside. I was heading to my car to take a breather when I ran into one of Jack’s uncles leaning up against his car.
He was a nice man and could see that I was upset. He called me over to where he was and as I got closer I could see he had a plastic cup in his hand. I assumed he had grabbed a glass of water in the funeral home on his way out and was taking a breather himself.
Before I could say a word he asked me if I wanted a drink. The next thing I knew he popped open the trunk of his car, and opened up a cooler where he had cups, ice, vodka, stirrers, and assorted juices. Oh and lemons. Honest to God the guy made me a cocktail. I wasn’t sure if I had to tip him.
After my second drink I felt much better and honestly couldn’t remember what I was so upset about.
More wakes should serve alcohol. It would cut out all of that pesky weeping.
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