The same church he was married in, nearly 25 years ago. I don’t remember much of anything from the entire day. There was a High Church service, complete with ‘bells and smells’, as my brother had planned. A choir and eulogies from best friends, his son and his wife. I did a reading.
And these two songs were sung:
We donated his corneas and we burnt his body and now we contemplate the hole in our lives that will never, ever be filled.