And then my brother gave his eulogy, my Uncle Kevin's his, and it was time for us to move out and make way so they could set up for the next funeral. They shooed us out, and I was reminded of both how personal death is when it's happening in your family, but how shared the experience is as well. My dad died, and in that six-month period, a whole bunch of other dads have died, along with moms, sisters, brothers, lovers, friends, grandparents. Death is coming for us all, sooner or later. It came late for my dad, and also far too soon. We all hopped back into our cars and made our way up the hill to check out what will be his final resting place. He'll overlook the Boise foothills and all its sagebrush and grasshoppers and dry soil. It's a fantastic view, and I'll be happy to see it when I visit him at this spot again. And then we took off for lunch at Jack in the Box, because what else are you going to do?