The funeral is on Thursday and the viewing is on Wednesday night. Charlotte told me last night that the origins of the viewing was that people would sit around a view the body to make sure it was dead. I have no idea how it's going to be to walk into a room and see a casket with Grandma inside of it. All I keep thinking of is that scene in My Girl, where Veda is walking slowly up the aisle towards the casket of someone. I am so Veda right now.
Death is such an odd thing.
By definition, all death rituals strike me as simultaneously profound and weird. I went to lunch with my parents today. We had Greek salad and hummus and wine at a restaurant down the street. Ever since I came home from the Mediterranean, I've had a hankering for that kind of food. Man, this little restaurant is good.