Had one wise reader who was smart enough to inquire about where the party will be. The proper question is not where but when. This is what they had to say:

Just wanted you to know that I also grieve with you, but being the good Irish girl that I am I have one question. After the wake and grieving always comes the celebration of life, where the hell is the party ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

We have a few more sick brothers who are on their last leg. Their demise is coming I can tell. Perhaps Me and Brother Spider being the Fine upstanding Christians will help these poor souls on their way out of this life. Or at least try our best to nudge them on their way down. Two more and then the party begins. A joyous day that will be.