Well, there's nothing to be done about it, but the news kept me from getting to sleep at a decent time and I went to work today on 3 hours of sleep; furthermore I was having stress-related gut malf. When quitting time rolled around I had nothing left, so I took off even though there was a sizable line at the counter--under other circumstances I would have stayed and helped until the line went down, but I just couldn't manage that today.
My uncle said yesterday that he was hoping to have the wake on Sunday and the funeral on Monday, but that may have changed since yesterday.
I'll talk more about all this later, when I have any information to add.
