Good Point, maybe it is simply due to the syndrome “You don’t know what you’ve got ‘till it’s gone.” I had a favorite uncle, and he was always very lively and fun. Before he died he said he wanted to have a memorial, not a funeral because “funerals are too damn sad.” So, we all went to Maine, where we celebrated the person we knew and loved, then had a HUGE lobster feast. No one wore black. Uncle Joe would have loved it.