There is a funeral half an hour in the future here at MH and U.
The soloist (imported) is warming up with the organist. Soloist. Male. Amateur. Result: "vaguely tuneful roaring," as it's been described to me by other singers.
The fire inspector is lurking on the fringes of the gathering, prepared to inspect us but perhaps, tactfully, AFTER the funeral?
It was cold again this morning, frost on the cars, but at least so far today it hasn't snowed. And it didn't snow yesterday while we were at the cemetery, so we didn't get mired, or slip and fall down.
This one is hard, I knew this lady and loved her; I think from now on I'll specialize in "funerals for total strangers only."
Time to get the gear on and fire up the mic.
We CAN do this. Yes.