You know what? When my grandfather died, people literally packed the cathedral in our city. It was standing room only in the largest church in town (aside from the Mormon Temple). Everyone I talked to had some story about how my grandfather had met them at a time when they really needed something--you know, their business was on the verge of failing, when my grandfather met them and liked them and believed in them, and gave them some crucial piece of business or invested a couple hundred dollars, and they were able to buy that piece of equipment they needed, and now they're the biggest so-and-so in the industry and it's all because of him. There were ALL these stories from complete and total strangers talking about how my grandfather had made a difference in their lives. That's how I want my funeral to be.
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