Another of my Great-Aunts has died. I only have one left now. The funeral is reasonably local, and my mum will come and stay so that she can travel from here, and I will go with her. But will I take Bernard with me?
A friend has offered to have him, but I do hate to feel beholden. He had met the Great-Aunt twice, but doesn’t really remember her. I don’t think he would be too traumatised by the whole thing; it’s a service at a crematorium followed by milling around at a nearby hotel. I expect him to have lots of questions of the sort that I don’t at all mind answering.
What I do think he will appreciate is discovering a treasure trove of second cousins and once-, twice- and thrice-removeds. We are a Rabbit’s Friends and Relations of a family, but not close enough for him to know anyone. Finding out that he’s less of an Only than he thinks will take his mind off any flames and godly burning that might bother him, I think.